“Well, I’ll need some help with my trunks. I can’t carry them around by myself. Are there any porters or anything?”
“Oh, they’re always hanging around the baggage area when a train comes in. The way you tip, you’ll have no trouble finding help.” Richard nodded, gave a small salute, and went off to help other passengers.
Martia looked around with a slight frown. This depot was nowhere near as shiny and new as the one in Concord. It was basically a large concrete barn with a ceiling that arched two stories above her. A big hanging sign said, in faded blue letters, “THE QUASIVERSE SETTLEMENT ADMINISTRATION WELCOMES YOU TO BURGUNDY.” Other people were exiting the train talking to one another, filling the open space with boisterous echoes. There was lots of movement, sound, and chaos. The pla
