After encountering the other Cercanías trains, you ended up in a desolate land in the evening. There was a train track laying there, all old and rusty. Suddenly, you heard a loud freight train blasting its horn at you, and then, when you turned around, the feared Renfe Class 269 was just standing there menacingly, staring at your soul. It wasn't a regular 269. It was the "Gato Montés", or really much, an absolute tank of a train. He just stared at you. He was alive on his own.