"Maybe the story behind any of us developing a talent for action is not that great." But like Rapunzel, Curufin could appreciate the effects on his life now.

"I agree, not the gym carriages. Maybe it would be a good idea to tour the train and check out the wall space in each car."

He sighed and folded his own arms. "I wonder about that. It sounds rather sinister, that idea that some part of each of us might remain when in fact we have left. Or that when a person's name turns gold in the passenger roster, the train has transformed the person into a mere image. I don't like any of these thoughts. I'd rather believe that the train has taken a moving snapshot of us, a hologram, and that it displays those images or movie clips on the platform just to make it clear to the rest of us that those people are gone."