The process of getting a ticket and boarding a train as a five-year-old was a pain in the ass, requiring the use of my coercion, and even as I sat down and had my ticket punched by the conductor, I could feel the uncomfortable stare of curious eyes on me at all times.
Even so, because it was an evening train, and the trip would only take 2 hours and 6 minutes, I did my best to ignore the prying eyes, which were concerned about the fact that I was alone.
Regardless of all that bullshit, I had a task to complete, and for me, that was more than enough to focus on other things. Crossing my arms and closing my eyes, I entered my Imagination library and casually strolled over to the section about Serial Killers.
