Rafe chuckled a little. He still didn't know why Reno was ordered to steal, neither why he was ordered to snag tree leaves. He shrugged; all in the day's work of a Turk, right?

The train was going at a steady pace and there were not many obstacles (a.k.a. Nobodies). Although old-modeled, the train was entire shut by metal doors or plastic glass. Any Nobodies that attempted to crash against the chugging contraption simply thudded against the barrier, rebounding from the impact. It was amusing after the initial pounces.

Now was as good as a time as ever to talk about stuff. Rafe decided to inquire about Reno's story about him being eight years ahead of his time. "So, Ren, you said you were from the future?"