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Chloe and You were nearby the water tower at the Train Tracks.

Chloe: You sure you don't want to just grab the bus, or...

Rachel: Nope. If we're gonna go rogue, we're doing it right.

You started running after the passing train.

Rachel: Well?

Chloe: thinking What the hell am I getting into, here?

Both girls take off running. You climbed into a carriage on the train, then you help Chloe as she joins you.

Chloe: Where does this thing go?

Rachel: North? Maybe we'll end up in Seattle. sitting down Pull up a chair, Price. The view's amazing.

Chloe: thinking Rachel wants me to pull up a chair? Maybe one of these crates?

Chloe pushes and kicks a crate near the edge of the train, across from You.

Chloe: thinking Thing's heavier that it looks. Guess I should sit down.

Chloe sits down on the crate.

Chloe: thinking Alright, Chloe. You're on a freaking train with Rachel freaking Amber. Play it cool. Is this...nervousness? Is that what this feeling is? Wish Max were here, so I could ask. Should I make small talk? Is that what people do?

after thinking Chloe stays silent not sure what to say.

Rachel: So...it's kind of weird that we're hanging out.

Chloe: You mean because I don't hang out with anyone and I don't have any friends?

Rachel: You have friends.

Chloe: Well, I used to. Friend, singular. Her name is Max, but she left for greener, more northern pastures.

Rachel: That sucks.

Chloe: I didn't mention it earlier, but you seem to have some kind of Jedi mind powers over Mr. Keaton and the theater crew.

Rachel: You mean when we were talking about true love in the play? I guess you could say I'm good with people, yeah.

Chloe: Just don't pull that stuff with me.

Rachel: You wave your hand You will get on this train.

Chloe: laughs Oh, shit.

Rachel: leans forward I bet you're wondering what we're doing.

Chloe: The thought occurred, yeah.

Rachel: Well... I wanted some company.

Chloe: That's it?

Rachel: That's it.

Chloe: Try again. I'm gonna need more to go on than that.

Rachel: Joyrides with me aren't fun?

Chloe: Joyrides to where, again?

Rachel: Life needs a little mystery, Chloe.

Chloe: Good to fucking go. Anything beats another second in Blackwell.

Rachel: You really hate it there, don't you.

Chloe: You don't? scoffs Right. What reason would Rachel Amber have for hating Blackwell Academy? You're high school royalty.