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couldn’t have been more than a year older than her, if that. He was wearing jeans, trainers and a warm-looking navy jumper with the word
Broncos
written across it in flowing orange letters. Curled up as he was, it was hard to guess at his size, but he didn’t look small or weedy. He was quite tanned, with a line of freckles marching across his nose. His face was set in a hard, disinterested mask, and as soon as Dylan got closer to him, he’d began to stare off into the desolate landscape. Even when she stood right in front of him, he didn’t change his expression or the direction of his stare. It was very disconcerting and Dylan fidgeted where she stood, unsure of what to say.
    “Hi, I’m Dylan,” she mumbled at last, looking down at the ground. Waiting for a response, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other and stared off in the same direction, wondering what he was looking at.
    “Tristan,” he eventually replied, glancing at her briefly, and then looking away again.
    Relieved that he had at least responded, Dylan made another stab at conversation. “I guess you were on the train, too. I’m so glad I’m not the only one here! I must have passed out in the carriage and when I woke up I was on my own.” She said all of this very fast, nervous of his frosty welcome. “All of the other passengers had already got out and apparently nobody had noticed me there. There was this stupid woman with all these bags and stuff – I got stuck under them. When I got out, I couldn’t tell which way everybody had gone, but we must have come out of the wrong side of the tunnel. I bet the firemen and police and everybody else are on the other side.”
    “Train?” He turned towards her and she got her first look into his eyes. They were icy blue and cold. Cobalt. She felt like they could freeze her blood if they were angry, but just now they were merely curious. They appraised her for half a second before flickering to the tunnel mouth. “Right. The train.”
    She looked at him expectantly, but he didn’t seem inclined to say anything else. Biting her lip, she cursed her luck that the only other person here was a teenage boy. An adult would’ve known what to do. Also, although she hated to admit it, boys like this made her nervous. They seemed so cool and confident, and she always ended up getting tongue-tied and feeling like a total idiot.
    “Maybe we should walk back through the tunnel?” she suggested. Although that would mean passing by the train again, it didn’t seem like such an awful proposition with someone else. Then they could meet up with all the other passengers and the emergency services, and she might still be able to salvage her weekend with her dad.
    The boy turned the force of his gaze back on her and she had to stop herself taking an involuntary step backwards. His eyes were magnetic, and they seemed to see through to her very core. Dylan felt exposed, almost naked, under his stare. Unconsciously, she folded her arms across her chest.
    “No, we can’t get through there.” His voice was disinterested, as if he wasn’t worried at all about their current predicament. As if he could quite happily sit on this hillside for ever. Well, Dylan thought, I can’t. After staring at her for another long moment, he went back to glaring at the hills. Dylan bit her bottom lip as she tried to think of something else to say.
    “Well, do you have a phone, then, so we can call someone, like the police or something? My phone died in the crash. And I should probably call my mum; when she hears what’s happened she’ll freak. She’s very overprotective and she’ll want to know I’m okay so that she can say ‘I told you so’…” Dylan trailed off.
    This time he didn’t even look at her. “Phones don’t work out here.”
    “Oh.” She was getting annoyed now. They were stuck here, on the wrong side of the tunnel, with no adults and no way to contact people and he was being no help at all. However,