“Great ideas are born every day and killed by a whisper or a shred of doubt. People talk themselves out of thoughts as fast as they create them. The thoughts that make this train as limitless as our imagination also make it vulnerable to our insecurities and fears. Rasmus and I could not keep a memory that terrified us. It was too dangerous.”

I know what I saw.” Raya folded her arms over her chest. “I’m not crazy.”
“You’re not. You’re just wrong,” Rasmus said with a heavy breath.

And I couldn’t be a good one if I carried my grief and guilt with me the way you do. I had to let Q go.”
“But don’t you see? That isn’t what you did. You didn’t let go of him.”

Q clutched Raya’s hand in case this was a dream and morning tried to rip him away. “Where are we?” he said, feeling her gaze like the sun on his face.
She took his palm and laid it over her heart, the brightest path in the station. “I think it’s our stop.”