going to seattle was rough. a two day train ride from the far east in maine to the far west in washington. stan settled in his seat , book in his lap and walkman clipped to his jeans. it was currently half twelve which meant his parents would be coming to check up on him in about ten minutes to see if he wanted any lunch.

stan hated going to seattle , it was completely different to maine — and it was disgustingly busy. but , him and his parents decided to take the two day long train ride from his warm bed to go see his family for passover , unfortunately.