The train came to a sudden halt.

Before the passengers could protest, the intercom blasted; an unconcerned voice on the other end.

“Attention all passengers, this is the conductor speaking.” He explained that heaps of snow laid atop the tracks, preventing the train from moving any further. the last thing said was not to leave your seat, before silence returned.

It wasn’t long before you could hear the train door open, and feel it as well. The cold seeped in fast, bringing in snowflakes along with it. It was unfortunate that your seat was close to the train cockpit.

Whether it was because of curiosity or something else, you ventured out into the cold. The snow was thick, and the sun had set long ago.

There the conductor was, shoveling large piles of snow off the tracks with ease. all his slow and heavy movements were like visible signs of a mighty carefully planned force. His sickly appearance rivaled the amount of strength he exerted.

Upon noticing your presence, the conductor frowned; his disapproval obvious.

“The train will start soon, please return to your seat.” Snow gently slid off his hat as he leaned forward to continue the grueling task.