The pain made Bernice's vision swim with black spots. Her arm felt like it was on fire, so agonizing that her heart seemed to clench with every throb. Someone noticed her terrible state and hurried off to find a train attendant.
"You did that on purpose! Someone, call the police! Arrest this assailant!"
Bernice screamed. Despite the intense pain, she clearly remembered Jim Thorne bumping into her deliberately. Just moments before, the train had been running smoothly. No one else was passing by; it was just the two of them, and the corridor wasn't even crowded. 'If that wasn't on purpose, what was?'
"I... I didn't do it on purpose... This is my first time on a train, I don't know anything... I'm sorry, I'll pay you..."
