Nicolas ran through the crowd, dodging around people, sliding around luggage, leaping over plumes of steam that shot out, trying everything he could not to slow down. His reddish brown hair flopped in his face as he ran, the goggles on top the only things keeping it in place. The strap to them had tiny metal gears locked into place and the one side could extend out, giving it a spyglass look. He could hear the shouts of the station police as they chased after him. He grinned, knowing that he was at least a couple of feet in front of them. Nic held on to his bag very tightly, what was inside being the whole reason for this chase through the beautiful train station.

This station had been here the longest out of any of the train stations that dotted the world. It had hidden marvels and secret passageways for the people who knew about them. Wrought iron stairs could be seen everywhere, with people constantly on them. There was a beautiful clock that hung down the in the main hall when you first came into the train station. It had bronze metal gears that overlapped each other, creating more than a clock, but a work of beautiful art and steam could be seen coming out of the sides of it when the dials turned to another hour. There were also shops scattered throughout the train station. Anything from food to clothing to parts for various objects could be found here. Nic knew his way around this place very well, since this was where he made his home from time to time. He was always on the move however, and didn't stay in one place for very long before hopping onto a train and moving on.

He sped up as he heard the commotion behind him growing louder and louder. Well this is as good as any time for moving on, he thought to himself as he spotted a train just starting to pull out of the station. Looking back over his shoulder for just a moment, his eyes widened as he realized just how close his pursuers were. Putting on a burst of speed, he gathered his legs together and leaped for the back railing of the very last car on the train. He barely made it and had to hold on for dear life as the train picked up speed. Finding his balance he merely smiled at the red faced policemen as they angrily shook their fists at him as he made his getaway.

Waiting until he was sure the station was out of sight, he quickly climbed on top of the train and started to make his way down each one, peering into the cars for signs of other people. Finally he found an unoccupied car that seemed to have hay in the bottom of it and slid down inside by the small window in the roof of the car.