[ alisha shrugs her shoulders. ] We could be dead. [ it's meant to be flippant, some sort of horrid alternative to this shithole, but alisha feels dread curl in her stomach and take hold. it's something she doesn't like to think about — the future. because in the future is a death and alisha knows that it's going to be hers. ]

[ she inhales deeply before sighing. ] What's the point of having a station if you haven't got a train? [ she shakes her head, turning her gaze on him. ] I thought this place would lead to a way out.