"I'd like a one way ticket to the place furthest away from here that I can get for this amount of money." The tall, scruffy-haired male stated, placing a sandwich bag full of dollar bills onto the counter. The woman looked up from her monitor, her eyes widening. "M-My God, Sir? What happened to you?" she asked, taking in the boy's appearance. The sight was rather unsettling. A five foot seven male, with stubble, blood and mud smearing his face. Not to mention the half cut-smile on his right cheek, and the gaping hole on the left side of his face, revealing his gums and teeth. "Do you need an ambulance? Should I call the police?-" "Ma'am!" Toby said, passive aggressively, "I have been held as a slave for the past fourish years of my life. I've only just managed to escape. I don't care who or what you call. All I want, is a train ticket to a place, far away from here. Please." he sighed, a begging look filling his brown eyes, they were filled with trauma, desperation but hope too. "Please." he repeated. He'd been bullied and beaten his whole life, taken advantage of, and looked down too. Whenever he thought he was happy, it was ripped away from him. Lyra died. He was enslaved by Slenderman. Then Claire... He knew he was finally free when the woman passed him the ticket, saying quietly, "Of course, sir. Your train leaves in five minutes, platform three." A small smile grew onto his chapped lips, "Thank you, Ma'am."