Valéry stood atop a short staircase, holding a parcel of items underneath his armpit. His black waistcoat's coattails fluttered in the wind and he held onto his hat as a stagecoach darted by, threatening to sweep it away.

He stepped into his quaint store of knick-knacks and wall-mounted clocks, a chime of bells harmonizing as he opens the door. Valéry then placed the parcel on the counter and rolled his stiffened shoulder back. A toy train as it races along a short track on a table.