I like who I am. A deafening silence and gloom envelopes the station. The train station noises fade to nothing but distant sounds of the wind. The lights in the station slowly dim and soon almost nothing is illuminated. A angel-like woman appears from nowhere.
Time passes without any more trains, lights, whistles, or newly arriving passengers.
Young friend, this good sister and I came here to ride the Glory Train. Surely it would not have passed us by. I'm really sorry, ma'am, mostly for your sake. But that was the very last train.