One… two… three… one… two… three…. Keeping in perfect time, my fingers struck the strings of my guitar as though it was the most right and natural action in the world. In fact, from what I can remember, I’d never played better.

Summer I’m going to miss my train! I’m going to miss my train! thought Summer as she scrambled down the steep escalator. There won’t be another until tomorrow… and that might be too late! She felt certain she would break down and cry if she didn’t make it onto that train.