I find myself sitting at the side of the open car, legs swinging into empty air as the train chugs its way through the darkness.

Chime's anger was spent hours ago in a temper tantrum where she threw things and threatened us with death. "I've lost half my crew," she raged. "They were still out gathering supplies. You understand that? Supplies? We have fuel," she snorted. "But nothing to eat or drink, you idiots." She had paced herself into further frenzy. "You've brought ruin ...