"Girl in the Orient Express" Winter 1930, The Orient Express cuts through a frozen landscape — vast snow-covered plains, bare black trees, a leaden sky at late morning. Inside the wagon-restaurant, a woman in her early thirties sits alone at a table set for one. She's taking off a relaxed day outfit — an opened pale champagne silk blouse showing her nipples, softly draped, tucked into a high-waisted camel wool skirt. Hair loosely pinned. A woman at ease. A brass samovar sits at the center of the table. She lifts a delicate porcelain cup with both hands, brings it slowly to her lips. Steam rises between her face and the frosted window. Outside, white. The camera movement, begin on a wide shot of the empty carriage — she is the only figure, a small warm presence in the long cold room. Slow push-in toward her face. Hold on close-up as she sips, eyes drifting toward the window. A barely perceptible pause — something outside, or something remembered. Style, early BBC Agatha Christie adaptations — champagne, cream and camel tones against dark mahogany, warm amber lamplight, 35mm grain, soft edges. Mood, a quiet morning on a train. The calm that precedes something.