Travel-Snack

I grasped the lever that would allow me access to the front car and tried to open the door. That was when I realized the door was stuck. Probably rusted shut.

I pushed and pulled, tried to pry it open, even kicked it a few times... but that door just wouldn't budge.
Disappointed and tired from the effort, I went back to my seat and let myself drop.

Reaching into my backpack, I picked up a chocolate bar and tried to appease myself with it. Slowly but surely, the overwhelming urge to meet the young women faded to mere curiosity and surprisingly...relief.

"If just seeing them like that had this much of an effect on me, how would I act if I tried talking to them?? I think I'd rather not find out. Not just yet anyway."

And that's when I realized I was scared.

"If that door would have opened, I would've thrown myself at their feet and done anything they asked me too...even suicide... or murder..."

I suddenly felt afraid, and wanted to get as far away from that car as possible.
"Thank god that door doesn't open... "
I found myself giving thanks that the train was old, so old that some doors were rusted shut.

I felt cold sweat on the back of my head as I realized that the door through which they  had entered, was also rusted shut, so how on earth were they able to board the train?