Duet pulls up to the platform, passes it. Parks. I climb out, the dog at my side, puppies happily wriggling their way to the ground with Poppy beside them even as Duet hops down and turns. We stand there, watch the train hiss to a halt next to the concrete walk.

Chime jumps down, looks around. It's not as I remember Penn Station, this dark and dank terminal. The original building is long gone, the beautiful architecture destroyed in favor of the sports stadium now resting ...