(So I decided We would start a bit earlier then I said before.)

Dark grey clouds slowly moved across the sky, towards the train station as pegasi pushed them in place. The train station was crowded with ponies, griffons, zebra, and many other of the races which inhabit Equestria. Marionette checked her bags, sorting few what little she had left after the fire. Her old wood whittling knife, which she has kept for all these years. A few puppets she manged to save from the fire, one of a changeling, and another of a alicorn. And lastly a bestiary of creatures which are well know to inhabit the land which she calls home. 

Off in the distances the sounds of a train whistle blowing warning of it impeding stop. Marionette packed her things back in there bags, and watched the train roll in, slowing to a stop at the station, and given off another blow of the whistle. The old doors of the train slowly opened to let in, and out the cargo which it held. Very few left the train, mainly a few families of ponies, and the occasional buffalo, or griffon. As the last of the few stragglers went about there ways, all the inhabits of the platform begin to slowly march on, marionette included.

She would walk along the aisle of the train looking to both sides, for a seat, but too her disappointment, and the disappointment of many others, a empty seat, seemed to be but a hopeless wish. Even at the caboose of the train, every seat was filled, and even the beds which standardly stayed empty till the night, was but improvised seating arrangements for the mass amounts of travelers on the train. With no choice left, but to stand, she chosen to stand at one of the many door with a window.

The door which was now shut, had the view of the empty station platform. As the train whistle sounded again to signal the trains department, the rain began to slowly fall outside, given the view a forlorn look as the train began to move slowly, and then picked up pace with the rain. Marionette sighed, and lay on the floor the best she could, while not blocking the way for anyone wishing to move up or down the train cars.
Her journey to Canterlot had just began.