The little girl was not able to contain herself. She needed to say something. The man in front of her tapped her on the shoulder. He began to speak to her in his language -- it was Japanese (p. 28). The little girl could not answer him because she did not speak Japanese. He was probably thinking to himself, “How is it that this little girl does not know her own native tongue?” Thinking once again to himself, “I know why I am here. Do you know why you are here?” All the little girl could do was to watch the man go all the way to the end of the train as he slowly placed his hand on his gun holster just to make sure it was still there. The little girl was probably thinking that he is here to protect us. After all, it’s not everyday you are on a train and somebody decides to throw a brick at it. Although it was not time to sleep, all the shades had to be pulled down. As the last shade was brought down, the inside of the train became very dark. Anybody looking in probably only saw shadows or images of people. Just like the train passing by, no one would think anything out of the ordinary. These people were going somewhere far away.
The little girl thought of positive things like horses, specifically, Mustangs she remembered reading about in National Geographic magazines. Nevada had a lot of them and they all were wild horses. She would imagine the cowboy snapping his finger and there it would be -- his new horse. This inspired her brother to want to be a Jockey but he had never been on a horse before and mother reminded him that Jockeys are small men. She asked him if he wanted to be a small man. This thought never entered his mind. They truly embraced the Western Fairy-tales. This gave them hope and a sense of returning home soon.
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