Through the fabric of his shirt, he felt her icy hand splayed against his chest where it landed in breaking her fall.

“Are you in trouble? I can help.”

“They’re…I’ve got to—” The mystery woman pushed away, extricating herself from his lap. Then with a strangled sob, ran toward the door leading into the next car.

Sam looked down. Prickles rose on the back of his neck.

A bloody handprint stained his shirt.