Anna K in the U.K

its about time i went and darn wrote something. i've written this, for your reading pleasure.
it doesn't really lead to anywhere, and not much happens in it. i felt like writing something, and perhaps you could finish it off for me.

it's called "Anna K in the U.K"

Anna K took her seat, at one of the empty tables, on the train, in the second carriage.
  She stored her bag on the holding rail, standing on the odd-blue train seat to push it firmly into position, so that it would not fall off. She isn't that tall; she has long thin arms, and bony fingers, and quite long legs, but that is only in comparison with the rest of her, which, in comparison to, perhaps, the towering conductor, or the stooped over old pervert who kept goosing the women as they boarded the train, wasn't very tall. She didn't, at last, stand head-height with the crowds.
  Nevertheless, she had loaded her luggage onto the rail and was now taking a seat on the odd-blue seat, watching the raindrops outside race down the window to the grimy rubber window protector inside.
  On the seat next to her, and not on the rail with her other luggage, was a cat-box, containing a cat. A grey tabby, Called Nero. He was a peaceful cat, for a cat at his young age. He lay quite contempt with the world in his traveling cage, and Anna opened the cage door so that she could absent minded-ly stroke his fur, and let him play with her hand for a bit. she waved her long fingers around, in a slow, relaxed way.
   Her other hand had recently placed Her Iphone on the table and was now leaning against the window, her Auburn hair relaxing against her hand. Through the headphones she listened to a song from a movie soundtrack, though she could no longer remember what the film was. She enjoyed the peaceful, harp-y rhythm, and the foreign lyrics. It made the train feel more like a shelter against the rain than it was, and it didn't really matter what film it was from.

 "...Silly elen legi, lefa ni len getly, mamensintal, antoua ga ten fe li gese lingue..."

The train churned into motion, and Anna watched the trees outside blur into a continuous green and brown. The raindrops, which had been racing, were now edging across the window diagonally; some were quite strong and visible, whereas some were small, diagonal lines, that had barely hit the window at all.

"...Obi new le ande, ni me so ba..."

Anna and Nero were on their way to a Sleepy little village, called Hope. She would spend a few days in her grandparents house, drinking tea, baking cakes, and lounging in the big chair by the window, with Nero, of course, at her side. She was fed up with Lancaster, as lovely as it is, and thought a change of scenery would do the world of good.
  The conductor marked her tickets, and the old man continued goosing when the train pulled into the stop at Leyland.

"...We look somewhere, me li tachi lingue..."

 The green and brown blur outside was dotted with houses, here and there. Nero had gone back to sleep, as he was when she had carried him to the station.
  The song had ended, and the rain had died down to a little drizzle. Anna lent back into the odd-blue chair. It was cosy, though worn, and tired. She smiled to herself, and flicked the song back to the start. The train was chugging along again, though it had gotten more louder, and more occupied, than when she had got on. With one hand she stroked Nero's fur, and the other returning to the window, and the side of her head.

"...Silly elen legi, lefa ni len getly, mamensintal..."

There you go. Would you like to continue it, see if Anna and Nero ever arrive at the sleepy town called Hope?