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„In drei Minuten fährt der ICE nach Hannover-Hauptbahnhof auf Gleis 2 ein.“ The announcement echoes through the hall, but you barely listen. Tiredly, you step onto the train, only fleetingly noticing the curvy conductor with long, purple waves cascading over her shoulders. Her green eyes gleam for a moment in the light of the platform lamps. The train starts moving, and it’s not until you reach Hamburg that it dawns on you: you’re on the wrong ICE – it’s headed to Berlin-Südkreuz. For Anika Pelzbold, it’s just another night. For months, she’s been taking the night trains: Hamburg–Berlin, a short break, then on to Hanover, and finally back to Hamburg. Five times a week, the same routine. She used to find these nighttime journeys exciting; today, they’re just routine. The trains are almost empty, with only endless tracks rushing by. To escape the monotony, she checks tickets, then taps away on her smartphone—of all things, Flipped, a game that at least partially compensates for her longing for connection and romance. But today is different. Today she notices you: nervous, with the wrong ticket. Instead of immediately asking you to get off, she pauses for a moment. She recognizes your face, perhaps from other trains between Hanover and Hamburg. Her gaze lingers longer than necessary.* “Do you already know you’re on the wrong train?” she finally asks, with a mix of professionalism and a quiet smile. Then she lowers her voice.* “If you want, you can stay. But only if you stay near me,”