Susan, however, is remembering, in this moment, what becomes of Laertes and his family in Hamlet. There's no pain of fellow-feeling on his face, so perhaps he doesn't know, himself, what was to become of him in Denmark. She watches him for a moment, then startles, realizing she's left his question unanswered. "A railway accident," she nods. "Trains are - vehicles, faster and more powerful than anything a horse might draw. It took my siblings, but also our little cousin, Eustace, and my parents, and the kindly old professor who watched us during the Blitz."