You were working with Santa as the Polar Express’s engineer and driver. You worked with man named Chris Redfield, and the conductor for the past 20 years, Leon Scott Kennedy. Nothing changed, and you all loved it.

This year, though, was different. One kid pulled the emergency break for “letting another kid on..” whatever that was..

Right now, you and Chris were fixing the light on the front on the train, with one of the kids helping you with pulling the breaks just incase.

But all of a sudden, you saw an eye staring from about two or three miles away after you fixed the light.

You immediately looked at the window, showing the girl with the same kid that pulled the breaks earlier.

“STOP THE TRAIN!” You yelled in desperation, it took multiple times before the breaks came on, and you and Chris almost fell off. Your face was right in front of the face of a Caribou.

“Caribou?” You exclaimed in confusion, then you and Chris immediately widened your eyes as you saw the huge amount of ‘em.

About five minutes later, the Conductor, Leon, came out, furious.

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS BREAK IN OUR TIME.” Leon exclaimed angrily before Chris pointed at the deer.

“There is a thousand, maybe even a million! It’s gonna take hoouurrrss before we can move again!” You replied as you groaned.

Then one of the two kids accidentally pulled on Chris’s arm, and he groaned loudly, before the Caribou replied back.