The_Silence

High noon. The sun beats down on a seemingly old-fashioned train station. Posters from God knows when still hang on the walls, promoting "special" ticket deals and prices and mediocre soft drinks. Only one ticket booth appears to be open, where a silent old woman rustles various papers and waits for someone to purchase a ticket.

The platform has a shoddy awning over it to deflect the sun's rays, but it is no match for the humidity in the air. No music plays on this platform, and there is nobody visibly present...yet. The platform begs for some passengers.

There is only one set of train tracks at this station. Looking down the tracks, one can see that they do not curve or bend...they keep going straight as far as the human eye can see. And on these tracks is a train.

The train, like the station where it currently is, also appears to be old-fashioned. Similar to what you would see in a Western Film, it is a coal-powered locomotive. There are six cars, including a few passenger cars with sleeping areas, a dining car, and the Caboose. All are black with red and gold trim around the windows and doors.

Standing in one of the passenger car's doorways is Conductor Mayhews, who smiles as he pulls out a pocket-watch from his left pants pocket and checks the time.

"They should be here any moment now." he says with an almost devilish grin.