Allan leaned forward again trying to see the train driver's face out of curiosity. The person had dodged by throwing his face towards the right side, but Allan had already caught a glimpse of his face.

"Bret?"

"Is that you? What are you doing here? And what are you wearing? Since when do you wear a mustache, huh?" snapped Allan while cupping his hands on his chest with a cruel look in his eyes.

Bret, whose secret was revealed, closed his mouth, "Calm down sir, sorry I'm not allowed to answer your questions. You'd better enjoy the ride, we'll be there soon!"

Allan gave Bret an annoyed look but he...