Rebecca could empathise. If William had been here, she'd have watched him like an undead hawk. And of course, there was Bryn herself. Rebecca grew fonder of the Welsh girl with each passing week. It was weird to think that their relationship had started as a simple 'fangs go in, blood comes out' arrangement. But these days, if forced to choose between saving Bryn or someone else from an oncoming train, she'd...Well, she'd save the other person: Because being hit by a train was just a minor inconvenience for Bryn.

"Ditto. Here's hoping that our trip will be completely pointless."