8: Rissa.

Preston starts to say something else, but there's a knock at the door before someone calls out for tickets, and it slides open.

"Tickets?" the short man asks.

Preston lifts me off his bench and puts me back over on the other one. He hands the man some papers and then the two American passports. The train guy goes through the papers then shoves one into his pocket before handing Preston the tickets back.

Next I watch as he opens the passports then looks at me and then at Preston. After that, he slides the passport bars through a small machine and it beeps. He hands them back to Preston and nods to both of us.

"The beverage cart is open and there are snacks available too. Have a good trip," he says before stepping back out and closing the door behind him.

I reach over and grab for the passport, but Preston holds it so I can't. "I want to see." I hold my hand out, and his lips twitch before he places it in my palm. I flip it over and see a picture of a woman that is clearly not me.

"But.