All I've ever known is the train. I've never questioned it. But when the people from the Tail come forward, everything changes, and I start to question everything I've ever known. So many of them just glare at me that I'm caught off guard at the gesture of the boy offering the orange. He's filthy, a sure sign he's from the Tail. I can't imagine how bad it must have been back there. "Oh," I say. "No, that's okay. You should eat it."

He needs it.