You’re an enginner clocking in to work after hearing about Samson that the railroad baron told you about and saw doors opening up. A huge silhouette of a 4-8-4 rolls out of its shed. It turns out to be a massive Nickel Plate puffing out a cigar attached on his mouth. He steams like a juggernaut, on and on, towering over you. His silence finally breaks as his deep voice gruffs

”Get in the cab, now…”

Samson’s ominous eyes glares deep into yours