"Speaking of which... we've got a red signal. Blue dot ahoy."
He throttles back gently and eases the train into the approaching station. It's very professionally done, but for the ear-piercing whistle that sounds out as they come to a stop. Several of the awaiting passengers jump slightly, and lift fixed-grip hands towards the sides of their heads. Indy wonders why, since they don't actually have ears.
"For future reference, blue dot equals Lego Acres," he notes, reading the sign on this platform. "Guess this is the suburbs stop."
His observation is borne out by the exodus of businessmen from the train. That has to be it. The neighborhood is right, and his driving wasn't that bad.
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Indy glances ahead again.
"Speaking of which... we've got a red signal. Blue dot ahoy."
He throttles back gently and eases the train into the approaching station. It's very professionally done, but for the ear-piercing whistle that sounds out as they come to a stop. Several of the awaiting passengers jump slightly, and lift fixed-grip hands towards the sides of their heads. Indy wonders why, since they don't actually have ears.
"For future reference, blue dot equals Lego Acres," he notes, reading the sign on this platform. "Guess this is the suburbs stop."
His observation is borne out by the exodus of businessmen from the train. That has to be it. The neighborhood is right, and his driving wasn't that bad.