The bench at the train station was cold. Almost too cold. Jackson got up from it and reached down and grabbed his briefcase and duffle bag from the ground. He made his way over to the train going to London and showed his ticket to the ticket inspector. He was given back his ticket and Jackson made his way aboard the train. The corridor was long and dreary. He slowly walked down until he reached bar car. It felt nice that prohibition was not in effect over seas.
The sight of men and few women drinking early in the morning was daunting. The fact that getting drunk in the morning was without worry bothered Jackson. He thought getting drunk at all was disgusting. He made him fear his father when he was still among the living. Jackson passed through and walked his way to a cabin. He turned and saw a woman in the cabin. She was singing a song. He had never heard the tune before, but it was an odd one. Jackson turned and saw another woman and a man too. He smiled politely at the three of them. He put his briefcase on the seat and his duffle on top of that.
Jackson didn't mind sharing a cabin with two other people. He is a quiet soul, but he is always up for a good rallying conversation. He left the cabin and made his way down the corridor to the bar car. He approached the bartender and gave him a quick nod. After slowly skimming the selection of alcohol he flicked his hand up and spoke "I'll have a scotch." The bartender poured Jackson his poison and slid it across the bar into his grasp. Jackson turned and walked back to the cabin with his drink. "I got myself a drink. Does anyone want one? I can go back."