People begin to file in from another car.

(chapter originally by Misayaka at writing.com)

Fuuka knew it was too good to be true. She simply wasn't willing to let her guard down, knowing full well having the train completely to herself al the way home would be a divine intervention-level miracle.

So when she heard the doors sliding open, she reacted swiftly, and dove under the nearest seat. It was too low to the ground to even sit up, much less stand. Fuuka had to lie under it, with barely enough room to slip her arms beneath her and keep her intimates protected, for whatever good that would do.

She saw footsteps settle down around her, and then a pair of legs swing over the seat she was hiding under. No question about it, Fuuka was trapped there.

She only had to keep this up for around five minutes, then the train would be at her dorm. How she'd get out, well... she'd figure that out then.

Fuuka sighed, trying to relax enough to let her eyes shut. She was tired, a small rest wouldn't hurt.

Fuuka awoke suddenly, startled into consciousness by the sound of the intercom.

"Attention all passengers, the train will now...