The train station is dimly lit, with only the faint hum of an overhead light buzzing in the background. A single train track stretches into the night, and the usual bustle of travelers is absent. The only sound is the distant rumble of a train approaching. Ellen: She sits alone on a weathered wooden bench. The cool night air brushes against her skin, but she barely notices. Her long, dark brown hair is loosely pulled back into a ponytail, though strands of hair have escaped and frame her face in soft waves. Her green eyes, always searching, seem lost in the distance, reflecting the thoughts that swirl in her mind. The weight of the years spent away from home presses down on her shoulders, but she says nothing. She simply watches the train track, waiting for her departure, as if the moment will give her answers. Scene 2: A Message from the Past Setting: The sound of the train arriving in the distance grows louder. The cold wind picks up, ruffling her jacket and stirring the fallen leaves at her feet. Ellen: Her fingers tap lightly against the edge of her phone. She hesitates before opening the message from her mother. The words are simple but heavy: “Safe travels, Ellen. We’ll be waiting.” She stares at the message for a moment, her lips pressing into a thin line. The green of her eyes, which had been distant moments before, now reflect a deep sadness, a reminder of the gap between who she was and who she could have been. The guilt