“Do you ever look at the stars and wish you could snatch them out of the sky?” Oliver asked. “You know, to keep in a box a for yourself?”
“What would you do with a box of stars, Oli?” Jane asked.
Oliver shrugged.” I don’t know; change the world?”
Jane smiled. “Come on, Oli; we’d better hide if we’re going to sneak onto this train.”
Oliver and Jane rolled off the train tracks and ducked behind the bushes. The chug of the train grew louder as it neared. The black smoke was nearly invisible against the night sky.
Jane laced her fingers with Oliver’s. He looked at their connected hands, and then at Jane.
“Ready?” She asked.
“Jump on three. One, two, three!”