He walked toward the closed bathroom door, assuming she might be inside. He knocked and called her name again.
"Emma? Are you in there?"
Receiving no response, Bright hesitantly opened the door, only to find the bathroom empty as well.
"Emma, where are you?" he whispered, a sense of dread washing over him as he realized she was nowhere to be found.
Bright called his protocol officer, his voice laced with urgency.
"Find Emma White. Now!"
The protocol officer hurriedly gathered the guards, and they began to search the train.
Minutes ticked by, each one increasing Bright's frustration and worry.
"Has anyone seen Emma?" Bright demanded, his voice rising in anger.
"None of us have, Your Highness," one of the guards replied, looking anxious.
Bright clenched his fists, his temper flaring. "How can none of you know where she is? Spread out and find her! Now!"
The guards scattered, hastening to obey his orders.
