Devil Moffat's Stamp Of Approval

 Guilt about my parents aside, the train ride to North Berwick was the most fun I'd had pretty much all year. Ben had his face hidden behind a newspaper a few seats behind us with Keaton, who'd insisted that if he was going to break military law, he was going to do it properly. Evidently, the story had faded into the background slightly, with the only places it was still in the forefront being twitter and tumblr. Still, it was probably best that Ben didn't like, set up a 'nett 'n' greet' booth on the train.
 "Wow, so this is weird," I mumbled, "Now I'm in the search party for a quarter of my search party."
 "This is accurate," Shannen replied, "And yes, it is definitely  very, very weird."
 "So do we just fangirl?" I asked.
 "Ahem," Alex cleared his throat.
 "And fanboy," I corrected myself.
 "Thankyou."
 "Yes," Guntas replied, "That is precisely what we do."
 "How long will it be 'til we get there?" Shannen asked.
 I glanced at the only other Scot present, Rebecca, "What d'you think? About an hour?"
 "Probably," she agreed.
 Then, simultaneously, we all did our best impressions of a crazy-ben.

About fifty-nine minutes later

"Devil Moffat says respect!" Shannen cried upon witnessing an attempt at Sherlock fanfic, which, in the first three paragraphs, had killed both Mycroft and Mrs Hudson, "I mean that is just pure evil!"
 "Where did we even find that?" Guntas managed through muted laughter - people around us were starting to stare when we howled with glee.
 "Somewhere in Twitterland," I replied, "It was a link on my TL that has been swept away in the winds of the Home tab."
 Over the tannoy, a gross misrepresentation of the average Scottish accent declared that the next stop was North Berwick. Ben slid round to our table and we filed out of the train like a group of well-behaved primary school children with their group leader.

 "They will get us out!" Eliza cried, "Trust them!"
 "Why wouldn't they just wait for the military to do it for them?" a woman named Claudia asked.
 "Because they know how horrible it feels to be stuck in here. The army have to go through all sorts of procedures before they can attack. They don't. Therefore, they are coming, ok?"
 "I still don't know if I want to get my hopes up," Claudia replied, sipping her gruel as if it were not a pile of rotting vegetables mashed together into something resembling a liquid state.
 "I promise you they will."
 "Justdo me a favour," Claudia placed a mothering hand on Eliza's arm, "Don't say anything to the kids. They won't be able to take it when ... if ... your friends don't make it."
 Eliza glanced across the room at the  faces of the children - about twenty of them. Some were young enough to distract themselves from the situation by playing tig, others were sat with their backs against the walls of the cave, with no hope of escaping their prison. Eliza drifted over to one of them, called Jake.
 "Hey, Jake, do you have a phone?"
 "U-huh," he replied disctractedly.
 "Could I see it for a moment?"
 Forty minutes later, every kid above age nine were scrolling through their brand new timelines.