// PROLOGUE

The noise of the train grew louder. Its whistle blew. The sound was deafening. Somehow he was still able to hear the shouts and screams from the boys beside him, from himself.

Then the train was upon them.

The rhythmic sound of the wheels against the track couldn't be heard above his spastic heartbeat. Jason was peering through the openings between cars, praying Seto would be seen on the other side of the divide.

The train passed, and Seto was gone.

Jason blinked and he was too.