It is night. The people in the ITRAA No. 89 steam train are in an obnoxiously long and loud ride, the local townspeople playing banjos, and bells chiming, people being bumped around on their chairs from the movement of the train, it's a generally miserable ride. Two people, John Calhoun and Lee Ray, are on the ride.

"Hey John?"

"What?"

"I hate how long this train ride is. Startin' our business will be worth it though."

"Won't Luci be worth it too over there?"

"Yes she will."

*two seconds pass*

"You smell that?"

"Smell what now?"

"It smells like fire, smell's getting worse."

"Maybe we should leave now?"

"You're right-"

An explosion of k3 corruption and fire is made. Screams are heard, smoke is everywhere. Lee is dead on the floor, John is unconscious. The train is in ruins, as a purple mushroom cloud erupts from the train. The rubble lands everywhere, and only two people survived the cataclysmic explosion, Sydney Resnov, and John.

Fast foward a coupe of years, the ITRAA has completely wiped steam train No. 89 from their history. Sydney and John both remember, though, and they, will never, forget.