Weiler's hometown wasn't as far as he thought. In an hours time, the train had already reached it. The particular area Weiler came from was very... upscale (but even that word seemed mild). It was clean, and didn't have the rugged look of their new downtown residence. Locke was impressed by it, and was suddenly a little glad that he at least wore a button-up and tie, despite the assurance that it wasn't necessary. (But his long, wool coat and scarf covered everything, anyway.)

The train slowed to a stop, and the doors opened to an indoor station. Locke was happy for little things like that, given the freezing weather out, even though they'd be braving it shortly.

"Lead the way," Locke said, tugging gloves on.