We arrived at the Crimson train station. It was the only way to reach the Palace because it was on a separate island. That was really the only reason it was opened. The Queen herself designed it. Everything was red. It was as if a massacre had occurred and stained the rooms forever. The backs of the seats were shaped like a heart. The sky also matched the theme. The sun had almost disappeared from the horizon. The Flamingo shouted, "We've missed the train, yes, we've missed it!" I coughed a couple of times, without worrying. Frogman panicked, "What will we do?! The Queen will have our heads!" "Stop running around! We'll take them on the next train, okay?" The waiter stopped them. They talked about us as if we weren't even there. What a nuisance it was for me. I spoke simply to be noticed: "The next train leaves tomorrow at dawn. Trains cannot afford to run at night for fear of calamity. We will have to sleep here tonight." The Flamingo and Frogman groaned. The valet sighed, "Okay, go find a place to sleep, you two. We'll go get your tickets before the booths close." We nodded and walked away from them. We sat on two of the nearby chairs. You know, we're not too far from.... My voice trailed off. I glanced at Ciel. But would he want it? As my arrogance surpasses every other rational thought in my body, I asked him, “How about we go somewhere, buddy?” "What? No, we should stay here," he denied. Oh, who cares? This could be our last day of freedom... or life. We deserve one last adventure, yes?" I asked, bouncing up and down in my seat excitedly. He hesitated, "Where should we go?" I smiled, "That's a secret! But I swear, it's nothing dangerous. I think you'll really like it." . Besides, it's not far from... middle of the paper... you know it's here, right? It's not much different from London," I persuaded him. "I won't stay here, Alice," he concluded. I replied, "And I'm not leaving." He asked himself, “So what do we do?” I turned away so he wouldn't see the tear slide down my cheek. "Continue with the original plan, I guess. I'm so sorry, man. I should have kept my mouth shut," I apologized, hanging myself. the head slightly. "Don't be. It's not your fault," he told me. I had a hard time believing it. My confidence had gotten the better of me. I hoped he would do everything he could to stay with me. I was wrong, though. Maybe he cared, but not enough. He cared more about something else. His revenge. Instead of saying it, though, I looked over my shoulder at him. He looked so guilty and depressed. I gave him my best smile and acted like I was energetic. "Let's move, yes?"