Theo Temblay 

“Ok, I’m two hours in, 28 left to go… I’m almost going to past Djion. I know a few people from there. Wait ok, focus. Remind yourself why your here. Ok, I’m on this train because in the library, I found out that my father was a mafia boss and mother never told me. Now I’m going to Cantania to see if that is really true. What if it is? And what do I even ask them? ’Hey, I think my father used to be yalls boss in the 50s ad 60s. But I don’t know for sure but please tell me and let me go after.’ like what?” 
There it was, a man asking for tickets. I showed my phone at him and he when on his way. 
“So again, what do I even say? Also where do I even go to see them? Like how am I supposed to know where their hide out is? I guess I’ll just know when I see it. But for now I’ll just take a nap. I’ll just wake up when I do. I’ll set a alarm just in case I’m still asleep when we get to Milan. Because there, I have to switch trains to another one so I can go about 120 more km then change again to get to Catania. And there I will get to meet the mafia…” 
“God! What is this sound? Oh, the alarm. Ok, let me check my phone on where we are.” 
“Ok, we still have about 20 mins till we get to Milan. But I should probably find where I need to go once I get there.” 
“So now that I have that figured out, what do I do now? The trees do look cute. Was that a flower field? That was gorgeous! Oh, there’s the station. Time to get up with my stuff.”