His inner turmoil came to an abrupt halt along with the train. Remus knew there was no way they had arrived, and had little time to question the pause in schedule before two more individuals stumbled into the small compartment. The energy in the small space was bordering on chaotic. He opened his eyes only to find the compartment pitch black and filled with a lifeless chill. He conjured some bluebell flames only to see the spitting image of James Potter staring back at him with wide eyes filled with concern. His heart fractured, and suddenly he hated that he hadn't tried hard enough to be in the boy's life. 