_{[ Ditto! I'd love to write more of these two in the future. ]}

"If I have to make this hike again, I'll be keeping an eye out for you."

She looks toward the cobbled path that leads into town. And further, between thick pines, at the moonlit exterior of the southern train station. Rarely do folks come on or step off its platform so late into the night. Tonight is no exception.

A noise. Wheels squealing wet and hot against rails.

As if goaded on by her watching, the missing train car rolls slowly into place.

Ripley deflates. "You've got to be kidding me."