The inside of the train is illuminated by small, amethyst chandeliers, each gem giving a nice glow. The lighting shows off the plush, satin-like, navy blue seats. There are fancy tables made of dark wood.
The train is clean. If you try to put a smudge on the window, it suddenly disappears in the blink of an eye.


A scratchy voice plays overhead on the speakers.

"This is your conductor speaking. Our next stop is-"

The rest is too scratchy and distorted to understand.

However, you have a feeling that you're heading the right direction, wherever you're wanting to go.

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Echo and Arete board the train.

"Are you sure, Miss Art?" Echo sounds exasperated, a tired and pitiful expression on his face.

"Quite certainly. Now, let us find a nice place to have tea. There is no point on lingering on such a subject."

Arete leads Echo to an empty table, sitting down and gesturing to the empty seat across from her. Echo takes it, adjusting a strand of hair nervously.

"Where is this train off to?"

"No idea."

"Ah."

"Are you not excited, sir?"

Echo takes a moment to answer.

"I suppose my mind is on other things. In truth, I am overjoyed to be on the train. It has been quite a while since we have visited other places."

"I agree. It has been a while since we have seen Telemachus and Prim as well."

Echo nods and then pulls a teapot and some teacups out of thin air, pouring Arete and himself some tea.