Intervention on the Rails

I was engrossed in my computer game, Jason's live stream on my phone a secondary distraction, when I heard the faint sound of a woman's voice. I wasn't looking at the screen, but I assumed it was the woman behind Jason, chatting with her friend. However, as the conversation continued, my attention snapped to the phone. The woman's tone had shifted from casual to mocking, her words laced with sarcasm and disdain. My instincts kicked in, and I stood up, my eyes still fixed on the game, but my mind racing. I quickly typed out a text to Jason: "End live, Jason. Don't engage with them." I could imagine the situation escalating, and I didn't want Jason to make things worse. As I waited for Jason to respond, I grabbed my keys and headed downstairs, calling out to Silky, who was in the living room. "Silky, we need to go. Now." My tone was urgent, and Silky didn't hesitate. He appeared at the door, a look of concern etched on his face. "What's wrong?" he asked, already moving towards the car. I tossed him the keys. "Get in. I'll explain on the way." Silky didn't ask again; he simply got into the car, and I followed, starting the engine. As we drove, I filled him in on the situation. "Jason's on the train, and some woman started mocking him. I don't know what her problem is, but I didn't want him to engage with her. I'm worried she might escalate things." Silky's expression darkened. "We need to get to him." I nodded, my eyes on the road. "I'm taking him to the station where his train will end. We'll wait for him there." The drive was tense, Silky's silence a testament to his concern. I knew he was thinking about Jason, wondering what might have happened if I hadn't intervened. We arrived at the station, and I parked the car in a nearby lot. We sat on a bench in the train terminal, waiting for Jason's train to arrive. The minutes ticked by, and Silky's leg bounced with anticipation. Finally, I spotted the train pulling into the station. My eyes scanned the crowd, searching for Jason's familiar messy hair. As the passengers disembarked, I spotted him, looking a bit disheveled but otherwise okay. I stood up, Silky following suit. We walked towards the exit, our eyes fixed on Jason, who seemed oblivious to our presence. I couldn't help but feel a surge of relief wash over me. We were here, and we would take care of him. That's what we did.