"Yes. This train needs to stop."

And he needed to break her line of sight before running. He darted out the window as swiftly as a bird and hoisted himself up to the roof. The the cold air smacked his lungs, and the wind threatened to push him off with every ripple and snap as his clothes. Bits of snowflakes clung to his face. He started moving, jogging as fast as he dared on the wet roof.