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Savery boarded The Canadian on April 1, 2024, in Vancouver. He treated himself to the prestige class ticket, just as he and his late wife had planned.
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As soon as he boarded the train, Savery felt a surprising feeling of contentment. He was proud of himself. And excited for what was to come.
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It turned out Savery was the only passenger in prestige class. The whole front row of the domed viewing carriage was reserved just for him.
But on the second day of the journey, Savery was surprised when he walked up the stairs into the domed car and saw “the back of someone’s head sitting in one of those reserved seats.”
He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything, instead sitting on the opposite side of the aisle from the mystery passenger: a woman with long curly hair, reading.
Savery recalls thinking: “She’s reading a book, so obviously can read the sign that says this is for prestige passengers only.”
But he kept the slightly ungenerous thought to himself.
“I didn’t say anything,” he says today. “And after a while, she got up and left without a word.”
Later that day, at dinner, Savery was sharing a table with a friendly couple, chatting about what prompted them to book The Canadian. Savery told them about losing his wife, about deciding to fulfill their shared dream, solo.
“Have you met Giselle?” asked the couple, glancing at one another.
Savery told them, no, he didn’t think he’d met a Giselle yet. The couple described her tall, long hair.
“I know who that is,” said Savery, realizing the description matched the woman he’d spotted sitting in the prestige class seat.
“She lost her spouse too,” said the couple. “Quite recently.”
Taking in this information, Savery decided he’d make a conscious effort to seek Giselle out on board the train.
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