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Stacey followed the group wherever Finley led them too. He didn't care as long as it was away from the ghost and inside somewhere. A train station wasn't what he was expecting, but okay. He'll roll with it. He woke up on a train when he first got here. Maybe this one will work and take them somewhere different and less creepy. The station was like the rest of the town, old and like it was out of the sixties. Cool aesthetic. Hagan felt the need to destroy property to get them free passage into the train. Not the way he'd go about it, but he wasn't going to say a word about it. Lest he turn his powers on him instead. He was the last to board to the train and the doors closed shut behind him. Stacey jumped and turned around. Through the window the city warped, the train sped by, he couldn't tell where they were going. A little girl's voice filled the car. It sounded familiar. Didn't he hear this earlier in the day? Or yesterday? He doesn't know how long it's been, since they got off the boat. It could've been a day by now. Not like it mattered. They were once again at the mercy of a monster and he didn't have anyone to protect him this time. He took a seat closer to Ilsa. She's one of the people that doesn't hate him. Nothing to do, but sit tight like she said. They couldn't get off, until it stopped.