Toby woke up to the clickaty clacks of the train's wheels against the railroad, his eyes fluttering open, and he groaned slightly. He blinked to clear his vision, looking out of the window, watching the world pass by, sighing slightly. He could go brush his teeth in a minute.

He needed a minute to process everything.

Yes, he was free.

But, he was homeless. Alone. Vunrable. And, to make things worse, he's teasing the people that are hunting him down, surely they are.

Toby shook his head, sighing. He got up, opening and closing the booth door, heading to the food bar. He quickly paid for a coffee and a sandwich, starting to make his way back to his booth.

He sat down, closing the door, sighing quietly. "Better enjoy this when I can still have it." He muttered, huddling up on his seat, and cradling the coffee to his face, resting his head against the glass.

Toby may have always acted like he knew what he was doing, that he was so full of himself, because he'd planned out something, that he actually had a plan.

But, in reality, he absolutely had no idea what he was doing. He was lost, confused, heck even scared.

He was just so desperate. Toby couldn't stand being there anymore. He couldn't stand to be himself. He was a horrible person, and he didn't want to be that anymore.

So, he'd started a fresh plate. He was no longer Toby, he was Taylor, and, even though he'd still have to live with what he'd done, he could try and restore what he did, because no one knew Taylor, they only knew Toby.