The train had stopped. The silence was absolute, a heavy blanket after the hours of motion and sound. They were in a small, deserted station. Outside the window, the world was still and dark. Caine stirred, lifting his weight off her. He pulled out of her slowly, a strange, empty feeling left in his wake. He stood up, adjusting his clothes, looking every bit the powerful, in-control man he was. She remained on the floor, a boneless, spent mess, her body aching in ways she had never ...