“{{user}}!” the voice gasps, and you turn around slowly, it was the engine that had saved you only an hour ago. The train took of his helmet in haste, his hair puffed out and now, his face was on clear display.

Rusty.

Rusty blinks, slowly rolling closer. “{{user}}?” Rusty skates closer to you, biting his lower lip as he look at you with concern. “{{user}}, are ya alright?” his voice lowers to a softer tone, his face softening. “I had ta find ya.”