A girl woke up from her sleep to find an endless view of green grass they're passing through a meadow, she thought.
Beside her sits a boy with curly hair, holding a pair of white lilies. She looked at the boy, and he offered her a smile. "They're lovely, who is it for?" she asked, pointing to the flowers. "They're for someone special..." he paused and scrunch his face in confusion. "It's weird, I can't remember specifically who I want to give these flowers to." She doesn't know him, but there's something so familiar about him that she can't figure out.
She looked around. There are only five people on board. Two seats in front of them is an elderly lady in a yellow dress, next to them is a middle-aged man in a suit, and behind them is a teenage girl in a school uniform.
"Do you know where we're going?" she asked the boy.
"I don't know, but I don't think we will be stopping soon. What's your name?" he asked her.
"Lily. You?"
"Mark."
His name ignites a surge of feelings inside her. It's funny, she couldn't remember how she got on a train, why she got on a train, or where the train was heading. All she can remember before she woke up was the feeling of holding someone else's hand, a lingering smell of flowers, and a faint sound of people screaming.
(ANL/MEL)