After the group of soldiers dispersed, the old man returned to the train. Lightning flew into the cab from the rear window and landed silently on the floor of the compartment.
The old man stood in front of the dashboard, transfixed like a silent statue, gazing at what lay in his hand.
Watching his lonely back, Lightning wanted to console him, but words somehow abandoned her.
The old man did not see Lightning until she touched the half-open blind.
"Ah, you were the little girl the other day..." said the old man who blinked in surprise.
"My name is Lightning," Lightning said as she took a step back. "Sorry, I..."
"I see. You came to comfort me, right?" The old man said, grinning. "That's OK. I'm not that old yet. I don't need a little girl to comfort me. To be honest, it's a little embarrassing. That's a convenient ability you have. You can go wherever you want."