The station was desolate and dull as usual, aside from the occasional silhouette that would flicker in and out of sight.

Wilbur was used to everything his limbo had to offer by now, since it had been about 5 years he had waiting for the train to come. It was torture, isolation of the worst kind. The smoky air felt suffocating, the damp walls and floor doing little to comfort him.

He was leaned against a concrete pillar, his eyes shut in exhaustion. He couldn't sleep in limbo, but he didn't feel like spending more time screaming and banging on doors for help.

This was, until. He heard something. A sound. A sound in limbo. And that sound was the blaring of a train horn. His eyes flew open immediately, watching in shock as a train entered the platform for the first time since his arrival.