Snowflakes sprinkle on a platform raised. Empty, save for I, silent, but for the cry of wolves.

A single train slide into the modest train station, pulling a dozen rail-cars behind.

The monochrome doors slide open and I step onto the train, making my way down to the nearest rail-car.

It was empty.


The fur-lined seats cold to my butt-cheeks as I sat down.

The train begin to move, building up speed, slowly at first, than howling off into the mountain ranges, plowing through the thick snow.