Anne moved along the isle as the train rolled out of Whitby and picked up speed. She clutched a carpet bag containing a change of clothes and Alice's scrapbook, which she had kept safe like a sacred relic. At last she was allowed to see her sister. Alice's health had been too poor for her to receive any visitors from about a month before the child was born til now, and Anne had been both heartbroken and extremely uncomfortable with the idea of her sister being friendless in a strange place. But apparently Alice had asked for her sister now and since she had made no recovery through any other methods, a doctor had suggested that Anne's presence might offer some improvement.

It was her second time traveling on a train, and this time she was frightened for different reasons. It was busy on the train and she hadn't found a place to sit yet. Having no understanding of train etiquette, she had no idea whether she could sit opposite to where someone was sitting already. But so far she had found no empty four-seat and she was getting quite nauseous from walking through the moving vehicle. Reaching the next sitting area, she looked at its occupant - who looked vaguely familiar, but Anne had too many things occupying her mind to think about it - and she muttered in a small voice: "Erm... excuse me, ser. Do ye mind if I sit here..?" She gestured at the empty seat opposite of him.