They made it to the train station with only a dozen or so ponies trailing them, many of which had found other things to keep them busy. Lightning Dust walked up to the ticket booth, and lost track of Lucky for a moment as she argued with the attendant about getting them booked onto the next train headed north. It wasn't a passenger train, and most ponies who sold tickets didn't seem to realize just how eager the rail industry was to take her bits. By the time she'd waited for the manager and explained again what she wanted, Dust realized the filly was completely gone.