He was jolted from his thoughts when he heard a train whistle howl in the distance. It didn't sound like it came from somewhere within the train yard itself. There were no windows, so he had to leave the car to see where it might come from. Outside, to the south, were the great mill house, workshops, and refineries of Manehatten. Of course, that was just what he could see over the various cars, engines great and small, outhouses and work sheds of the train yard. He could make out the lights of Manehatten, barely back east, but only just barely through the falling snow.