As the sun begins to fall in the west a black spot appears on the reddening horizon. The Black spot becomes elongated vertically as details become more visible. In the bottom center of the spot a bright light appears as the small silhouette of the Black Bullet becomes visible. The large billows of black smoke dwarf the rectangular shape of the locomotive. The train turns in the sky revealing the now much larger consist with more coaches. It turns again and flies over the rails leading into the yard from the East and begins to descend towards them. The train lands many miles out and can be seen hugging the rails as it steams into the yard pulling into the siding where the group waited for it. Casey can be seen hanging his head outside of the window as the Black Bullet pulls past Zieglers. The locomotive healthily puffs and chuffs to a stop and breaks hiss as the cars clatter to a gentle stop.<br/><br/>Casey climbs down the ladder from the locomotive cabin. Walking over to where the group sat he was smiling from ear to ear. As he realized that they had been waiting here since at least eight in the morning.<span style="color: #4040FF">"You know my message meant eight in the evening right? Although I have to say that I was surprised how fast we were able to get here. I am four hours early after all. I really shaved off a lot of time this trip. </span>Casey almost looked a decade younger than he did before he left looking like he was actually in his thirties. His clothes looked new and fresh despite a fine layer of of coal dust as well as few black smudges on his face. Very shortly after Casey finished speaking Mongrel also emerged from the cab of the locomotive clutching a dusty black shovel. She looked to be drenched with sweat and was wearing coveralls unzipped with the four sleeves tied around her hips. She wore a tight black tank which was worn under her coveralls. Her brown skin was several shades darker than it previously been that morning. One of her fingers seemed to be mildly bleeding but she hadn't noticed as she was clearly in an amazing mood. Casey turned to her and smiled his light brown coat had some noticable arm shaped smudges of black. John Martins suddenly drew all attention to himself as he slipped, yelped and flung a stack of paperwork into the air as he fell to the hard gravel beneath him. Casey ran over to see if he was alright and as soon as it was verified that John hadn't been seriously hurt Casey went back to the rest of group after helping John up.