Rusty glanced at Braydon and then at Acacia for a moment. "The threat that is following this train is more than likely a Typlos.." he sighed, crossing his arms. "Blind, but just as deadly. They follow sound, loud sounds.. Nothing is as loud as a train.." He glanced over his shoulder at Alice who was still fast asleep. "As far as I know though, Typlos pick a target, and they don't stop till they get that target unless destroyed. They eat souls, nonetheless.." Rusty glanced back at Acacia, not having anything left to say. He opened the door to their passenger compartment and shut the door, sitting in the seat opposite and across from Alice. He was looking out the window, seeing nothing but passing winter filled trees.