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At six a.m., Jack pulled his duffel bag up the steps of the observation car, placing his duffel in a seat. The plexiglass bubble on the top of the car gave him a 360-degree view of the mountains around him and the starry sky above, and he settles into a seat with a sigh, enjoying the silence, save the rumbling of the train.
He hasn't slept much of the night, though not because of the rocking motion of the train. He'd been too excited to sleep, too nervous. Somehow doing this was thrilling and terrfying at the same time; actually meeting Chris outside the bar, in the real world. For most of the three-day train ride he'd been able to not think about it, but as they got closer and closer to their final destination, the anticipation had built until he'd spent most of the night staring at the berth above his head or staring out the window at the barely-visible mountains they were passing through.
Gradually the sun rises, illuminating hills that seem an impossible green after the snow he'd seen since leaving Toronto, and as the scenery changes to residential and industrial buildings, the observation car starts to fill.
It's jsut after eight in the morning as the train backs up next to a platform at the Pacific Central station in downtown Vancouver, and Jack waits his turn to disembark, tucking his coat in his bag as warmth of the air hits him. It hardly seems real that he's actually here, that he's actually meeting Chris here.
After tossing his bag in a locker, he heads out onto the street, taking in a deep breath of the humid, earthy-smelling air. Using directions he'd gotten from MapQuest before leaving home, he walks out into the streets, passing waiting taxis. Walking would be better, help him relax, and help kill time. Chris isn't supposed to arrive until later and there's too much time to kill, so he walks, exploring when he reaches the general area of their B&B.
Finally, near noon, he heads for the restaraunt where they had decided to meet, taking a seat and trying not to fidget. Not for the first time, part of him wonders if she's going to showup, if maybe she'll get cold feet. Pushing the thought aside, he takes a seat in the restaraunt vestibule, and waits.
He hasn't slept much of the night, though not because of the rocking motion of the train. He'd been too excited to sleep, too nervous. Somehow doing this was thrilling and terrfying at the same time; actually meeting Chris outside the bar, in the real world. For most of the three-day train ride he'd been able to not think about it, but as they got closer and closer to their final destination, the anticipation had built until he'd spent most of the night staring at the berth above his head or staring out the window at the barely-visible mountains they were passing through.
Gradually the sun rises, illuminating hills that seem an impossible green after the snow he'd seen since leaving Toronto, and as the scenery changes to residential and industrial buildings, the observation car starts to fill.
It's jsut after eight in the morning as the train backs up next to a platform at the Pacific Central station in downtown Vancouver, and Jack waits his turn to disembark, tucking his coat in his bag as warmth of the air hits him. It hardly seems real that he's actually here, that he's actually meeting Chris here.
After tossing his bag in a locker, he heads out onto the street, taking in a deep breath of the humid, earthy-smelling air. Using directions he'd gotten from MapQuest before leaving home, he walks out into the streets, passing waiting taxis. Walking would be better, help him relax, and help kill time. Chris isn't supposed to arrive until later and there's too much time to kill, so he walks, exploring when he reaches the general area of their B&B.
Finally, near noon, he heads for the restaraunt where they had decided to meet, taking a seat and trying not to fidget. Not for the first time, part of him wonders if she's going to showup, if maybe she'll get cold feet. Pushing the thought aside, he takes a seat in the restaraunt vestibule, and waits.