10-20-2021, 07:57 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-20-2021, 07:57 PM by Nate Appleton.)
The train slowed to a gear-grinding halt, the place name on the sign read CASTLETON. The large bold lettering underscored the truth that they had in fact arrived. Fully aware of his last experience disembarking from a train, Nate opened the door himself with one hand, and clutched his small case in a vice-like grip with the other. No porter was going to help him this time, maybe ever again. Stepping from the train, he remembered that he was travelling with a lady. Fisherlass or not, she should be attended to.
"Can I help you with your things, Miss?" he asked.
"Can I help you with your things, Miss?" he asked.