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The old man watched his grandson as he walked back towards the concrete wall surrounding him. Such youthful innocence. He didn't really understand the way young people worked, certainly not anymore. He shifted in his seat, and turned back towards the tracks. The train was close, he could feel it. It was only a matter of time, maybe hours, maybe years. He was patient, he'd waited nearly one hundred years already, and it had passed like a few days. He still remembered when he first arrived, alone, so hopeful. He remembered his friend's cries as they died, and remembered the feel of the other men's blood on his hands. He was sad then, but he realised that he would see them again, on the train.

He snapped awake. He must have dozed, lost in thought. He looked at the sky, seeing the dark clouds gathering there, and thunder cracking in the distance. Morning was nearly here, he must have slept through the night. He checked his wristwatch, the many hands and dials spinning in seemingly incomprehensible ways. It was nearly time. As he looked up, he saw the boy, Fletcher, approaching the platform through the thickening fog. He walked at a brisk pace, with a concerned expression on his face.
"Hello, Fletcher my boy. Good to see you again."
"Listen," Fletcher removed the microphone from his shirt, tossing it to the ground. "I need you to answer my questions honestly. How did you get here, how are you alive? You were dead!"
"Sometimes, my son, things aren't as they seem. I didn't die, I just left. They never found my body, did they?" The old man cackled, and leaned back in his seat. "You know, I don't feel old. I still feel like I'm twenty, but my body says otherwise. I look at my hands, and they seem like the hands of someone else."
"That's unimportant, please just answer my questions. I don't have much time." Fletcher looks back at the concrete wall worriedly. "They'll see what I'm doing soon, and I need to know this. The train, why did you try to find it in the first place?"
"Well, I was quite the adventurer, back in the day. I thought I'd seen it all. But I realised there was something I hadn't seen before, and I was determined to see it. Maybe someday you'll try and find it too, or maybe it'll find you."
"I don't want to find the stupid train, I need to understand it! Why can't you-"
Fletcher was interrupted by a deafening crack from the sky, as thunder echoed overhead. The fog had thickened until everything beyond the platform was almost invisible.