The train’s bell sounded, which wouldn’t really have been noticed by him at all, except that at the same moment Jungkook caught sight of a structure just beyond a large pond outside his window. It made him bolt forward. He almost crashed into the glass, almost missed seeing the thing clearly, before the train that the driver had been sending his greetings to barrelled past, the tonnes of rivets and steel and pistons so fast they formed a wall between him and that inconsequential memory. The woman facing him two banquettes away looked at him for a moment before returning to her knitting. A white puppy with a red collar wiped a paw over its face on the top of the bag beside her. It wore a small knitted jumper, so Jungkook had no reason to definitely believe that it was white all over, but it seemed probable. The little dog seemed to gleam with its own internal light in the somewhat dim cabin.
When the other train had passed, Jungkook looked out again, although he knew the gol