The night was cold and dark, and like most other times, the moonlight dimly lit the surroundings around Tim. He had been patrolling the forest for any bypassers or campers-but had found none. Instead, he found himself wandering, lost, in the forest. Everything seemed to be… different. Which is odd, since he knows this forest very well. Yet, he seems to be in a different part of it-perhaps even a whole different forest. He didn’t quite know. What he did know, is that he was close to a train station. Weird spot for one, admittedly. He could see it in the distance-the glow of lanterns hanging on poles, and a stationary train waiting idly on the tracks. The ground was wet, water grouping in the foot tracks he’d been leaving behind, the mud squishy under his shoes. Then, he caught sight of a silhouette… And they were grinning?