As the train rumbled on, Sally couldn't shake off the feeling that she'd just had a close call with a stalker. She glanced around the carriage, noticing Ishmaily sitting a few rows ahead, his eyes fixed on his phone.
Debbie, sensing Sally's unease, leaned over and whispered, "Hey, are you okay? You look a bit spooked."
Sally hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. "I just had a weird encounter with that guy," she said, nodding towards Ishmaily.
Debbie's eyes widened. "What happened?"
But before Sally could respond, the train's lights flickered and the engine sputtered. The carriage jolted violently, throwing passengers off balance.
A robotic voice echoed through the train's intercom, "Attention, passengers. This train has been hijacked. All doors are sealed. Do not attempt to exit."
Panic erupted as passengers scrambled to their feet, shouting and screaming. Ishmaily leapt up, his eyes scanning the carriage for any sign of danger.
Sally's eyes met Ishmaily's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. The tension between them was palpable.
But as the train hurtled on, it became clear that they had more pressing concerns. The hijacker's voice returned, "We are currently headed towards London. Any attempt to intervene will result in... consequences."
As the passengers exchanged fearful glances, Ishmaily's mind kicked into gear. He knew he had to act fast. But how could he stop the hijacker when he was trapped on a speeding train?
And what did the hijacker want? Was this a terrorist attack, or something more sinister?
As the train thundered on, Ishmaily knew he had to take charge. He scanned the carriage, looking for any opportunity to strike back. But for now, he was alone, and the hijacker held all the cards.