Lavinia could just make out the hulking chunk of metal that constituted a train, but the smoke from the stack billowed well above the rooftops.  She could make out the black gleam of the locomotive over the crest of a low hill.  It was standing on the tracks near a small brick building with a wooden awning.  She couldn't read the sign overhead, but could only assume that it said something about a train depot or station.<br/><br/>With Jack still connected to her, she turned her head slightly to direct her speech a little better.  "Should we stop at the last known wear abouts of the missing boy?  I think it's nearly an hour away."  The station was within spitting distance and Lavinia stopped near the two little steps leading up to the dock of the station.