Adoption on the Orient

Usually the trains have wooden benches, rows on rows of them, all facing each other, but not this one. This one has real chairs, the cushy kind that Tommy would expect to see in some swanky rich people lounge, with a table between them, polished to a mirror shine. All the wood is polished, actually, and inlaid in complicated patterns and—This definitely isn’t one of the trains that runs between stations in the city.Tommy is absolutely on the wrong train.[...]“Honestly,” Mr. Craft continues, “it is what’s best for all of us. The lad will get home, safe and sound, you won’t have to worry about keeping track of a child while you’re trying to work, and I get an interesting traveling companion!” He smiles brightly, but there’s a hint of something flinty in his gaze. Something that makes Tommy reconsider hiding.