They made conversation with each other, trying their best to keep their nerves away from thinking about what they were heading to.
The train was fast but the slave mine was a little bit far. Much farther than Eden academy, so it would take them a couple of hours to reach it.
Within two hours of travelling the sun was peeking out of the horizon and leaking into the windows. Wilfred had left to prepare some breakfast in the kitchen.
He returned within minutes, having made a lot of eggs and bacon, there was also bread, a lot of frui, juice and coffee.
"I never really did like train food, it's like they don't even try to make it taste decent." Jesús complained before taking a bite because he was so hungry his stomach made strange sounds.
He imagined this was how poor people dealt with everything. They took what they could and never really complained as long as their stomach were full, he shuddered at the thought of living like that.
