The departures board blinked DELAYED in red. Theo checked his ticket: Vienna, Platform 9. The woman next to him checked hers: Venice, also Platform 9. "That has to be a mistake," she said. An announcement crackled: both trains were stuck, no new time given. Theo laughed. "Looks like we're both going nowhere together." She smiled. "I'm Mara."

A station worker walked by with a clipboard. Mara stopped him. "How long is the delay, really?" He winced. "Honestly? Could be days. Big signal failure down the line." Theo's stomach dropped, then weirdly lifted. Days. He looked at Mara. "Well," he said, "I guess we should figure out what to do with all that time."

"If we have days," Mara said, "I'm not spending them in this station." She grabbed Theo's sleeve and pulled him toward the city. They walked until their feet hurt, found a street market, and ate fried dough off paper cones. For the first time all day, neither of them looked at a clock.

On their last night, Theo finally asked the question. "When the trains run, do we just go our separate ways?" Mara took his hand on the cold market street. "No," she said. "I think we go the same way now." The board fixed itself the next morning. They let both trains leave without them, on purpose.