I mount the engine in awe. This looks like some kind of museum piece, a slice of history brought to life. The interior is dark and smells of oil and something else I can't identify. A boy turns, red hair and freckles clear in the low light, light hazel eyes shining with excitement.
"S-s-socrates!" He grabs the other's hand and shakes it firmly. "G-g-good to s-s-see you."
"Ande." Socrates grins. "Nice train."
Ande practically bounces up and down on his toes. "Isn't s-s-she beau-t-t-tiful?" He seems unaware or doesn't care about his stutter. I find myself liking him immediately.
"Ande," Chime grasps his shoulder. "Socrates is here for a reason." She glances at him. "Want to tell him?"
Ande spins back to his friend. "You found some?"
Socrates grins. "I did. And it's yours." He gestures,
