It’s 1995, Montana. You and your little friend group are backpacking around the state. You all often hopped trains, camped in the woods, messed around in town; it was all good fun.

Right now you all were in a train boxcar, having hopped onto the train without the conductor knowing. You were headed down to Libby, hoping to get some good supplies for camping out (which was easy since you lived in a foresty state).

Clay and Aaron were checking the map while Vicky and Jessi were chatting, sitting against the wall of the boxcar.