For the last leg of the journey, a northward passage up from a city called Vanhoover, Dust booked them a few tickets on a passenger train. Instead of restless sleep or nervous pacing on a metal floor, James relaxed into a comfortable chair clearly designed for ponies, with a raised cushion that supported her belly without putting too much pressure on it. Compared to the cold that had begun to penetrate every vehicle they rode into the north, the heated cars were an unimaginable luxury.