"Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick Tock. Tick"
"Sweet Jesus can you stop with the ticktocking? What's it all about anyway or are you actually just trying to piss me off?"
There was no response to Paul's question. He looked at Sarah who replied only with a smile that seemed to hover between serene and beatific. She had been strange today, even more strange than usual. He has seen her last night talking to some rough looking types at the cheap end of the train.....railway steerage if there was such a train. She wouldn't tell him what she had been discussing with them, but that strange smile had been there since. Funny thinh was, she rarely spoke to anyone, even him, her own brother who had looked after her for the past five years since their parents tragic accident. Today she seemed more odd than ever though. The tick tocking, the smile. He sensed something was wrong, danger even.
She started again. "Tick tock Tick tock. Tick tock. Bye bye Paul. Boom!"
A bigger boom. He sensed nothing after that.