If only they had taken the other train. Then maybe they wouldn’t have been trapped in this strange town. But they keep walking, hearing the crunch of the gravel beneath their feet. The sky is bluer here, farther out in the country where they hadn’t expected. Thick white clouds are floating high in the air. There seems to be a gentle breeze bristling along the warm air. A couple walks before them, elderly, hand in hand. People wave to one another. An old man in front of a rusty firetruck sits in a chair with a cigarette. People seem to be talking to everyone. And when someone holds open the door to go inside the diner, with a sweet “honey” added, they wonder if maybe this place won’t be so bad after all.