February 27th, 893. Pittsburgh Train Station. The sun's orange glow bathed the platform as passengers bustled about, ready to embark on their journeys. Among the crowd stood Poul and Sara, their hands clasped together, waiting for their train to Chicago.
It was winter, and a cold breeze swept through the station, causing people to huddle in their coats and scarves. Poul and Sara had bundled up as well, their breaths visible in the chilly air. They were eager to board the train and escape the winter chill.
