Morning comes to the valley.
Days and nights now pass over Whispering Pines. The places you have woken wake to sunshine; the ones still asleep stay grey and still.
A Single Spark now opens like a film.
Its own score on black, the story arriving letter by letter over drifting embers, and a whistle in the tunnel as the train comes out.
Everything on paper.
A new HUD in the paper look: goal cards, map tags and a job sheet that draws the way to Riverglen right on the map.
The valley has a voice.
A whistle as the train sets off, steam beats, night ambience, fires, water and the first music.
Switches you can believe in.
Long parallel timbers, hand-lever switch stands and a signalman who clears the line.