A Familiar Farewell

"Psst, Adalia," I lightly shook my right shoulder. "We're here."

We came to a slow stop, sandwiched between two equally rusted and dented trucks, and as we swayed with the momentum, instead of rousing - Adalia slipped from my shoulder - landing as a soft clump of silver-grey atop my lap, then somewhere behind the thick bundle of hair and lethargy, I heard her begin to stir slightly, whispering almost begrudgingly…

"Trains… are… evil..." 

Then like a warning to fill hearts with dread and ears with ringing, a blaring horn sounded off far in the distance, the air resonating with its ominous grating melody… and Adalia squirmed a little more.

"You got that right…" I said, wincing a little.

The truck sprung up a little as Ash slowly disembarked to the gravel pavement below, taking with her both bulging bags of luggage that she lugged about like they were nothing more than hollowed styrofoam or something.