[Woops! My bad, no problem. Should have read the app thing more thoroughly. Here you go, all past tense:]
Third Person:
It should be noted that Katherine, in her young life, had never so much as even imagined such a vehicle as a train. Perhaps there were some back where she was from, but they had never crossed her mind; not such a train as this one, anyway. She and her friends had imagined many things; North had made into being a small flying ship powered by his djinni, Petter had invented himself a small catapult, and Sasscha had made gloves and boots that propelled her like a squirrel.
It should have been no surprise, then, that she would be at least a little alarmed when she awoke on the rattling train. The design was such as she had never seen, and she had just been with North-- where was he now? And, more pertinently, where in the world was she? Katherine had no idea where this strange vehicle was headed, but knew better than to let herself get too out of sorts. She was never going to get much of anywhere if she didn’t keep herself together. After scanning everything with her grey eyes and pushing her dark hair into the hood of her bright yellow coat, Katherine set herself upright in her seat and made very sure to note everything she could in her head. She would have to tell North about the strange place she had found herself in, and exactly how she was going to get herself out and back to helping him and Bunnymund defend everyone from the Nightmare King.
Upon the train’s arrival at the station she exited, slow and inquisitive, looking for so much as a sign. But as she found her way off the strange vehicle, she could not see anything familiar at all. The buildings were nothing like the temples of the Lunar Lamas or the shores of Easter Island or the crisp-aired Santoff Claussen. And though Katherine was very, very brave, for such a small girl, she was also very, very afraid.
Swallowing and peering about, she inquires, “Is anyone here?”
After a few steps, she spoke once more. “Can anyone tell me where I am?”
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Third Person:
It should be noted that Katherine, in her young life, had never so much as even imagined such a vehicle as a train. Perhaps there were some back where she was from, but they had never crossed her mind; not such a train as this one, anyway. She and her friends had imagined many things; North had made into being a small flying ship powered by his djinni, Petter had invented himself a small catapult, and Sasscha had made gloves and boots that propelled her like a squirrel.
It should have been no surprise, then, that she would be at least a little alarmed when she awoke on the rattling train. The design was such as she had never seen, and she had just been with North-- where was he now? And, more pertinently, where in the world was she? Katherine had no idea where this strange vehicle was headed, but knew better than to let herself get too out of sorts. She was never going to get much of anywhere if she didn’t keep herself together. After scanning everything with her grey eyes and pushing her dark hair into the hood of her bright yellow coat, Katherine set herself upright in her seat and made very sure to note everything she could in her head. She would have to tell North about the strange place she had found herself in, and exactly how she was going to get herself out and back to helping him and Bunnymund defend everyone from the Nightmare King.
Upon the train’s arrival at the station she exited, slow and inquisitive, looking for so much as a sign. But as she found her way off the strange vehicle, she could not see anything familiar at all. The buildings were nothing like the temples of the Lunar Lamas or the shores of Easter Island or the crisp-aired Santoff Claussen. And though Katherine was very, very brave, for such a small girl, she was also very, very afraid.
Swallowing and peering about, she inquires, “Is anyone here?”
After a few steps, she spoke once more. “Can anyone tell me where I am?”