He heard the train whistle again and had to clamber back into the car and out the door on the far side. He could make out lights nearby, just beyond the stone wall of the trainyard. That must have been the station proper. If there was a train there at this time of night and it wasn't in the train yard, that meant it was going to be leaving, and soon. He didn't know where, and he didn't care, but he needed to be on it.