I looked to where the sound was coming from, and saw the young man crouched over towards the window. At first, I couldn't figure out what he was doing, maybe something indecent, but then I realized that he had a box cutter in his hand and he was scratching into the window.
(tagging scratched into the wall next to my seat today. I'm probably breaking some gangsta rule by posting it)
I was hoping there would be sheriffs at the station like there are in the morning, but there was no one in sight. For a second, I considered calling the number the stations have posted everywhere for when you see things suspicious, but since I didn't remember which caboose I had been in and hadn't really seen the young man's face, I decided against it.
I got on the next train, sitting in a caboose connected to where the driver sits, which is what I have done every time since, just to be careful.
I really think the sheriff and police departments should have a texting system so that if you see something you don't have to call and talk out loud. I could have done that while I was still in the caboose!

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