Rather than retreating the length of the train to meet up with my friends, I step down to the platform from the locomotive, Chime behind me. She doesn't speak to me further, pushing past toward the door to the station while her people pile off the train and follow her, lanterns held aloft. I spot Beckett and the others heading my way, the dog loping forward to catch up with me.

The building is concrete and glass, remarkably intact. The interior of the station crawls with ...