A gruff voice saying "Hey kid, you damned stowaway, get off before I stop being nice and call the cops on you" broke into the fifteen year-old Aeron's sleep as he opened one eye to see the train conductor glaring down at him.
"We in Chicago then?" the sleepy teen asked as he sat up yawning, rubbing his eyes as he looked around the station. Not exactly how he imanged Chicago, but one can never judge from pictures alone.
The conductor just snorted and grabbed Aeron's collar, him barely managing to grab his bag before he was dumped as his ass on the cold metal of the station platform. "You overslept then junior, this is Vermont". That said, he