11:28am, 4th April, 1900.

The station was packed, full of what? People.

bustling left and right, an important event was happening a while away, and the train was one of the only chances to go, causing a rush.

You, someone who insisted on travelling alone, obviously ended up lost in the station. Eyes trying to find the train in the dense group of people.

So now, you were screwed, with people shoving into you left and right, nowhere to go and a train that was bound to leave in approximately five minutes.

What were you to do?

You decide to go sit on a curb, out of the way so nobody shoved you.

Your plan? Was to wait. Or go. Depends on what you fancied at that time.

You were debating these options for a solid 2 minutes, leaving 3 minutes on the clock before the train would leave.

"Hello?"

A voice spoke softly from behind you, sounding youthful.

A boy, a boy with navy blue hair and eyes, dressed in his Sunday best, clearly from a family of wealth was standing behind you, face worried.

He was travelling alone too. Seeming that he knew these streets like the back of his hand.

"You..okay?"

He definitely didn't seem much older than you were.