The train grinds slowly to a stop and with a final lurch there is a sudden burst of activity as people hurriedly try to disembark. Tempers are short having been elbow to elbow for so many hours. The conductors are no help, trying to hurry everyone off and get everyone’s belongings out. There is a shout as a pair of heavy leather luggage goes flying from the train onto the station floor; the result of a male conductor simply having enough with one of the passengers who is also subsequently shoved out to make way. The brief sigh of relief from those still on board quickly turns to groans as more people get onto the train then had gotten off.<br/><br/>Standing on the platform, not helping with the situation but in fact making it worse as she crowded the center along with her staff is Mirabelle. Despite the fact that everyone has to divert around her, interrupting the natural flow and making the conductor’s jobs even more difficult, none of the Union Blue crew ever approaches or says a word. Mirabelle uses an intricate folding fan to cool herself in the hot sun, one of her attendants holding a parasol as well. She smiles pleasantly and welcomes everyone coming off, those that don’t acknowledge her get a stiff elbowing from other attendants and a deep scowl from Mirabelle herself. There is even a short, squat man standing next to her taking notes and after every scowl Mirabelle looks down to make sure he is scribbling furiously. The mayor seems to be taking particular note of any men who come off the train, shifting as to make sure<br/><br/>As Gerard’s main concern in this mess are his belongings, he loses track of the Mexican nun, unsure of where she went off to. As his eyes were cast along the small group and the woman standing on her buckboard from behind comes a loud and boisterous voice,<strong> “Well hello there stranger, plan on being in town very long?”</strong>Mirabelle at some point had come up behind Gerard, the fan folded with its tip perched against her chin. The attendant holding the parasol tips it forward to block the sun but that places it between Gerard and the woman. She gives the man an annoyed push back and for a moment glares at him, a stare like a viper before a strike to which he recoils, before snapping back to a smile and looking at Gerard.<br/><br/>Past his shoulder, some of the crowd has started handing bills and coins to Phoebe, quite eager to get their hands on her elixir and imbibe its promises. When it was all counted she had $20 in that first day alone and a significant amount of her product was already gone. Most in the crowd only listened in awe and anticipation; they all had stories of a sick relative or friend. Phoebe knew of the only inn, Tranquility Inn, located at the edge of the main road in town. The two women made their way. Although a few of Phoebe’s customers didn’t let her leave unmolested, offering prays and thanks for her help before scattering quickly to their homes.<br/><br/>Making their way along town it was pretty clear why there was only one inn, the Las Animas looked new. You would guess even the oldest building was probably only ten years in its spot. There is still plenty of construction going on and the main road has more than a few side streets that you glance down and see even more being built. As they pass a large dance hall, a figure that had been leaning up against it straightens up and comes towards Victoria and Phoebe,<strong> “Welcome to the City of Lost Souls ladies,”</strong>the scraggly man bows slightly and tips a worn gambler hat. Although dressed in finery, everything looks a little too big and in desperate need of a cleaning. His frock coat and Galloway have numerous small tears and stains of who knows what. His silk puff tie would look dashing if it were nearly completely frayed. He stands, putting on his hat, adjusting it and then oddly turning it a quarter turn to the right,<strong>“We’re just as wealthy and heeled as the City of Lost Angels, just not as crazy.” </strong>He offers a smile,<strong> “Looking for a place to stay? Well heck you only have one choice, Tranquility has rooms for a dollar a night. It was brought down here, building and all by William Connor straight from Kit Carson. That’s how well we’re doing!”</strong>