He briefly cracked open the lid of the crate. Sure enough, the car was deserted, filled as it was with God knew how much transported goods. There were crates, barrels, and pallets piled high with innumerable shit, all secured to the walls and each other. His own coffin was secured in between two other crates, meaning he didn’t need to worry about being locked in by a strap. Jacques had managed to talk him and Thorax into taking a train. Okay, Thorax didn’t need much convincing. Handy, however, was not partial to the idea of spending God only knew how long lodged in a crate. Apparently, it was only three and a half days’ journey to Blackport by train, and it came with the bonus of getting out of Equestria as fast as possible. Oh sure, only a few days he said, lodged in a coffin in a cramped and uncomfortable car being jostled about like loose luggage. Handy had put up with some rough living conditions, but this was just undignified.