Oh HELL yes. From the start, I love how real you write about being on top of the train, how fucking SCARY it is. And Eames being like "DUDE FUCK OFF, I got shit to do" when the tables turn. HELL YES for Ann and Jack turning against each other, things starting to turn good for Eames and Arthur. And then ARTHUR AND THE OLD PEOPLE IN THE SNOW, OH GOD, BREAK MY HEART. How they're all sooo supportive even though Arthur's about to get hypothermia and just die on them, they're all like "oh honey, you're doing so well. keep going. we love you." and "you're making sense, you're just making it in french" (oh godddd) AND THEN EAMES FINDING THEM AND BRINGING THEM ALL BACK!!! BRINGING ARTHUR BACK! The last part in their own compartment is just, gah, my heart, how only when Arthur is alone with Eames, does he finally drop the control. He never loses it for a second, not in a below freezing blizzard, not when Eames almost chokes him to death, only now, when they're alone, and omgosh, I'm glad this chapter went where it did.

Also, on another note, I really am sorry to hear that things on your end aren't going so well. I've got my proverbial fingers crossed for you and everyone, and I hope things start getting better for you, too.