Nasrin and Tay made their way down the narrow walkway to their suite led by the xolos, perfectly playing their service dog parts. Once inside the suite, they waited anxiously for Atticus.

"It's five minutes until departure..." said Nasrin anxiously. "I'm going to find him."

Tay opened her mouth to object but was interrupted by a light tap on their cabin door. Nasrin stood and slowly turned the nob. To their astonishment, Rook stood before them.

"Good morning." A hint of smile at their surprise turned the corner of his lips. He glanced around the cabin. "Where's Atticus?"

"He's patrolling, but should have come back by now."

Rook frowned. "Sit tight."

He bolted from the train. On the platform, he looked right, then left and felt for his sidearm. The platform was nearly deserted now, save for a few members of the train crew. "Where is he?" he mumbled to himself. Atticus had to be on that train when it pulled out. He moved toward the restrooms. Where else could he possibly be?

The door hung ajar. Rook watched as a well dressed figure, his back to Rook, talked softly to Atticus, whose face had frozen. "Obi Wan!" he thought. Obi Wan moved closer to Atticus and reached into his pocket. Rook suddenly swung the door open.
As Obi Wan whirled around, Atticus seized the moment, bringing him to the ground with one swift, decisive strike.

"Rook! What are you doing here?"

"No time- we have to make this train. C'mon!"

He leapt over the prone, mumbling Obi Wan and they sprinted together toward the train, which was just starting to roll out of Penn Station. They grabbed the door rail and pulled themselves on.