We travelled through bushes and brains, until we were on a high old stone bridge, way above an abyss of tree-tops. Eves Hollows was next. We feared for our safety as a little bit of the bridge ahead was missing. All that remained were two thin train tracks to keep us above sea level. Well, there was a well from a large well down under. It gushed, popped and exploded with water. The red train travelled on southward, veering along Conquer valley, a dark subterranean hollow of dirty muck. A sudden swerve of the carriage forced us back to normality. We were above the roof-tops of many small red and blue houses. The Lucifer threat was still upon us, chasing us, copying our every move. As if a wizard’s ward had passed over the region, the houses all turned to blue. I wondered if Lucifer was omni-potent or impotent more like. The train jostled and jolted, travelling slowly through a jungle of junipers and vines, before jetting through a wide staircase of laurels and sediments of sandstone. This tasty nugget vanished from sight to leave us with sparse ember land.

Dale lay back on the plum seat with his hands clenched. I chose a fruit and nut bar from the sweets trolley and put on ear phones, listening to some soft violin music.

It was 7:30 when the train pulled up at Bresh Court station. We disembarked and entered the white timber station house. Our silver Ford capsule was waiting for us on the far side.