This train seemed to enjoy generating as many mysteries as possible. It hadn’t been very long at all, but Arty already felt like she was drowning just trying to make sense of her surroundings. First the ice world, now this forest… There had to be some sort of pattern. Arty was not yet willing to accept the possibility that this could be truly random—then she really wouldn’t know how to approach any of this. Nope. There had to be something. The icebreaker car had been a puzzle in disguise, so maybe this one was too? That was a start.
Speaking of puzzles… Arty frowned at her hand. Upon the change in the weather, she’d taken off her coat (now tied around her waist) and her gloves (now in her coat pockets). But upon removing her left glove, she’d found… well. Her palm glowing green and a number displayed. Whatever that meant. Trying to touch the number, scroll it like operating a touchscreen, or wipe it off on her overalls yielded no result. She squinted at the three digits on her hand, trying to made sense of them—but the number, or sequence of numbers, meant nothing to her. Frustrated, she closed her hand into a fist, blocking it from view.
She’d think more about what her hand could mean later. For now, Arty could try another avenue of investigation: the main landmark of this location, aka the station building. From the outside, it looked pretty abandoned. Arty circled the building slowly, getting a good look at all sides of it. She didn’t know exactly what she was looking for, though, which made her efforts largely fruitless.
