Dollface Eloise Cowatch-Phantomhive.

The first and only, sat by her sister on the train that had alway roared past their small town of Elmore and looked out the window.

Regina Angeline Phantomhive-Cowatch, the younger sister watched her sister watch the trees.

She hadn't been in Elmore as long, but felt like she was leaving for the very first time.

The platform had been mostly empty, except for Thorne and String Bean, the two friends who'd remembered.

And then there was Jason.

Ew.

Big, dumb, slow Jason, the nephew of the very dead old Man Krueger who smelled like body oder and the nearby river was sitting in th train station, watching birds flicker past the tracks.

Dollface used to pity him and his crazed uncle, especially after the lynching last summer, but now she just wished the oaf would just die already.

Jason Voorhees was a useless sack of rotting meat.

It would be best if he'd leave this world for good.

Jason was one of the many nails in the coffin for Mr. Phantomhive, father of the girls and owner of Funtum Toy, Confections, and Novelty Company.

Michael had been another.

While Dollface and friends were hooping it up in St. Louis(a BIG no-no), Michael had slipped his leash once again on Halloween night and went on yet another rampage in his white mask.

Then there was that problem of Dollface and friends's day jobs.

Or, shall we say, night shifts?

"What'cha thinkin' 'bout?" Reggie asked her sister in a man's striped sweater.

"Nuthin'." Dollface replied, brushing away blonde and pink strands. They used to be blue and curly.

As in, two weeks ago, they had been.

For a day or two.

"Well, I was thinkin' 'bout the prettiest girl in th'world!" Reggie happily proclaimed.

Dollface sighed.

Nice to know someone's having fun in the apocalypse.

Then again, this was her little sister's life.

Dollface was just a background character who'd made cameos on video tapes and photo paper.

Dollface had black eyes that was once filled with such hopeful wonder and curiosity. Eyes that knew where they belonged and where they should be.

They weren't like that anymore.

On the opposite hand, Reggie's eyes were the opposite.

They'd never needed to be filled with the same intelligence, though.

Why should they? Reggie just needed to look good as she cut the ribbon on a bridge in London.

Dollface heard Reggie babble about a goddess she'd read about in her books.

She felt her skin harden, heart chill, blood freeze as she counted trees as they passed her by.

Why was Reggie acting like one of them now?

She'd hated the small town with its connected families.

She'd hated the fact that she was related to humble Dollface more than anything in the world.

Dollface thought about Matt, the teen boy with severe acne always positioned on the front of the train when it was riding it's rails on the streets of Elmore.

"Hey, where are we now?"

Dolface looked up from her doze at Reggie.

"Leavin' St. Louie." She said, ""Bout t'pass Kansas City."

"Oh, lovely!" Reggie exclaimed, "I've always wanted to see the states!"

Dollface couted how many times Reggie had slipped out of her false accent and into her British one today.

Twelve.

Twelve times.

Who the hell was Regina tryin' t'fool?

"Can ya show me what uncle Mikey sent ya?"

"Kay." Dollface answered, already standing and grabbing the box on the overhead rack.

"It's always so pretty, don'cha think?" Reggie said, holding up a toy soldier by the river raging by the window of the first class passenger car.

Dollface never thought she'd ever be in first class, but here she was.

Sittin'in it.

Dollface wished she could hear the grinding of the Missouri river on itself in the morning.

Reggie had heard it once.

Dollface held up a present from one of her uncle's stations in Germany.

"Chocolate." Dollface said, "Still good, too."