She couldn’t have deboarded yet! The doors had only opened seconds ago! Ava stared out over the crowd swimming through the Paris train station.
Abe came running after her, and handed her the bag she’d left behind. She barely noticed him, so fervently was she scanning the hair color of everyone she could see. “You’re welcome,” he said, mostly to himself.
"There!” she cried, startling the passengers nearest her. A woman with long, extraordinarily bright red hair was walking coolly towards the exits. “I remember her sitting near us! Before I fell asleep!”
Ava lunged forward through the crowd, but Abe grabbed her by the elbow to hold her back. “We can’t attract too much attention,” he hissed. Ava nodded and they moved as urgently as subtlety would allow, but the redheaded woman was getting closer to the door.
Ava didn’t want to think about what they’d do if she made it out into the Paris streets before they did; the city was full of taxis to hide in. She swore loudly at the thought and broke into a sprint.