As I headed down the road, I noticed dust clouds pick up a bit, but usually settled down after I had walked a hundred feet or so. Eventually, I came to a train station run by an older gentleman, that was virtually sitting in the middle of nowhere, next to a very dilapidated track. I walked up to the ticket booth, and before I could say anything, he handed me a ticket, then closed the shutters of his ticket booth window, which looked a lot like regular shutters you'd find on a house. I thought this seemed odd, but shrugged and sat on the lone bench, waiting for the train. Two hours later, it arrived, seeming to be no more than a steam engine. I gave the conductor my ticket, then wandered to the back of the only car, which had a few benches. I sat near a window and the train started off. Gazing outside, I noticed how quickly we left the dusty landscape behind, and how it quickly transformed into a rolling grassland, before reaching a large wooded area full of evergreen trees. The train blew its whistle but didn't stop. I noticed up ahead that it was headed for the end of the tracks, which stopped at a river. I made my way to the conductor's booth, and found none other than the old man who had given me the ticket.

"You're about to witness the historical last run of this train young man," he said, a proud smile on his face.

"But I don't want to be here when it crashes!" I exclaimed, looking around for a way off the train.

"Well, you should be grateful for the experience, but if you're not, then you don't need to be on my train," he retorted, pulling a lever which caused a huge drawbridge-style door to open in the back of the passenger car. "Leave!" he yelled, gesturing towards it, and I immediately ran to the back, and after hesitantly noticing the speed of the tracks that went by, jumped to the ground and rolled.

I hit the ground with an "Ooomph!" and managed to survive with only a few cuts and bruises. I watched the train fly down the tracks, then suddenly cut a sharp turn left and run parallel with the river for a mile before disappearing into the woods. It had left the tracks entirely, and appeared to be running on the grass and dirt of the ground somehow.