Something cold and hard pressed against her cheek. It burned the scar from the glass shard. Emily tried to pull away from it, but moving made her head throb and her stomach roll over worse than any hangover.

Was she hung over? She didn't remember drinking. And she was outside, she was sure of it, felt the wind ruffle her hair. The soft shuffling sound of someone moving around nearby was punctuated by a deep, wrenching cough all at once soft and horribly loud.

A train ...