The year's 1963.
A story in which two people strive to be together in a world that is determined to keep them apart.
"I didn't know he was coming," Terry whispered into Annabeth's ear as she took the seat beside him.
"I don't think anyone did," She replied.
"It's okay, though, Annabeth. It's good he came. The more of you we have on our side, the better."
Annabeth grimaced slightly at the way he said 'the more of you.' She knew he didn't mean anything by it, and she also knew that he was right. She just didn't like the separation, the divide, that the 'us' and 'you' insinuated.
Terry reached over and linked their fingers together as the train sprung to life and began to slowly move down the tracks. She looked over at him, smiling softly, and he squeezed her fingers in response.
"What's wrong?" She asked him, noticing that he looked slightly concerned as they began their journey.
"I just hope you're ready for this."
"I am," Annabeth assured him as she allowed her body to lean against him.
He turned his face, kissing the top of her head quickly.
"Good," he answered. "Because this is only the first stop on our Freedom Train, Annabeth. I want nothing more than for you to be on board with me every time. If there's ever something you don't want to do, make sure you speak out. I'll support you. This is our ride- Not just mine."
Annabeth looked up at him and smiled.
Terry was right: It was the beginning of something new for both of them- The first step in the rest of their lives.
And Terry and Annabeth were ready to ride...