“If you wake up in a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?”

Kairi opened her eyes and drew back in shock, metal darkness, lights on and off from above.
A seat was plush under her and she noticed the man sitting by her, his twiggy body slouched and the hood dark over his face.
He awoke with a small cough and she saw the drops under his eyes, the freefall of wispy red strands from under his coat.
“Where are we now?!” Kairi snapped, eyes tight, feeling ever so done with games, skipping places, head feeling light.
Axel, who it obviously was, dug into his bag and barely glanced at her. The train rocked and her grip grew tight and pale on the seat, she felt her anger boil over and suddenly lurched over and grabbed his arm, bare and smooth under her little fingers.
“You have had no answers for me, And I Want them now.! Tell me where we are and where Sora is!” She hissed, her nails digging into his arm, his eyes narrowed and he leaned over dropping the bag to his feet, roughly grabbing Kairi’s shoulders sending her deep into the seat, spine scraping the hard back.
She glared and ignored her back grinding against pain and her stomach eating at her and how tired and confused she was, Digging her nails into his arm until she knew he was bleeding.
“All I’m gunna tell you is we’re running, skipping, jumping worlds. Alright with you, sister?” He sneered, teeth achingly white and the hair slipping out from his hood horribly red.
She whimpered in response and he leaned in,
“I Bet this is kind of like hell for you, right? Well, if whoevers chasing us gets you, you’re going to wish this train got into the biggest crash of the century.” Her eyes widened and their noses brushed, before he abruptly released his death grip and resumed rustling through his bag. Kairi rubbed her back and glanced around, the train was relatively empty besides a few stragglers sleeping in the back, she guessed at it being night and looked out the window besides Axel to see granite, stone, plastic whooshing by.
The microphone grated something inaudible and Axel perked up,
“Our stop, missy.” He grunted, shouldering his bag and grabbing her arm, motioning her into the aisle and the doors.
She smoothed her dress, little folds, slight creases, acting with confidence she didn’t really feel and calmly stepped out the door beside him, heels digging into the ground; a foot shoeless she noticed, as the train groaned and halted.
She eyed him from the corner of her sight and acknowledged his grip softening as he tried to again shoulder the bag on his thin, broad shoulders.
She took a breath and stepped onto the platform, dark except for high lights giving the room eerie orange light, and sprinted in the direction she hoped was a door, a wormhole, black hole, Sora.