He opened the file with shaking hands. The papers said he had survived the Veliska crash forty years ago, but lost his memory that night. He had come back to this station every year since, hoping to remember. The clerk smiled sadly. "Welcome back. Same as always."

"If it stopped running, why do I have a ticket?" he asked. The clerk's face went pale. He looked at the photo, then at the man, then back. "Because the last train never actually arrived," he whispered. "And neither did you." Behind the man, a cold wind began to blow through the locked doors.