I heard footsteps.

As Ayanna's footsteps grew farther away, I heard another person stomping towards me. I peeked around the corner I had just come from and saw Rick coming my direction from the end of the hall. 'SHIT,' I thought, my mind a panic. I had seen this guy act like a real asshole, and he was bigger, stronger and more bad-tempered than me. I felt like an idiot for stealing **** from under his nose. Even if I offered the small handful of weed back to him, he'd probably still rough me up just to mend his damaged masculine pride. And Ayanna had been right, there was a distinct, odoriferous scent coming from my pocket, (although 'odoriferous' was a word Ayanna certainly did not know.)

Only one thing to do now: run away, hide the weed, then deny any involvement. To avoid looking super suspicious, I casually walked back around the corner before breaking into a faster clip. I was panicking, as I heard Rick hot on my tail and realized that this hallway was not branching off into other hallway nearly as often I hoped, dashing my chances to lose Rick. At last I saw a narrow staircase to the lower level of the train, clearly for maintenance purposes. I took it.

I dashed through the narrow hallway and finally saw some closets and doors.