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.
Silent.
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.