[once again, tracing his finger over the words, Grey tries - and fails - to imagine such a place. Those few moments when he could look out a window, he saw buildings and things like that, but they had been snow-covered and desolate. The only green he knows is what he saw further up in the train. He saw a tree in the garden car and the leaves were so green as to make his chest hurt.
The train is very long so he cannot imagine a building that tall. Or not living on the train.]
:D
The train is very long so he cannot imagine a building that tall. Or not living on the train.]
What are animals like?