He hadn't planned that particular night. But he knew that the last train always brought a certain kind of passenger—those who no one expected. He sat in the last car. Watching the seats become fewer and fewer. There was no evil in his eyes... just a calm curiosity, like a child's curiosity in front of an insect trapped in a bottle... And when she came up, tired. Hesitant. He felt something moving inside him. Not regret, but a decision. "I won't hurt her... I am saving her from loneliness." He muttered as he looked at her in the reflection of the window so that she wouldn't notice him.