The train pulled smoothly into the the last station on its route. When the doors opened a blast of freezing air hit the lone passenger. She peered out the door hoping to see someone waiting for her, but there was no one. With a heavy sigh, she picked up her case and stepped off of the train. She had been told to wear warm clothes, but even her parka seemed to do little to hold off the cold.
The station looked warm and brightly lit, so she trudged toward it through a swirl of snow. Once inside she found herself alone. Glancing at the clock above the ticket vendor she realized that she had in fact arrived several minutes early. No need to panic yet. She took a seat facing the entrance to wait for her promised ride.
Outside the wind picked up and the snow started falling in earnest, and it was only September.
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