Do you know the smell of old oil and rust, grease and dust? The feeling of wet cold and dry heat all pressed into you at the same time. The sound of the city drifts away and I stayed there waiting for someone to come and talk to me but all that happened was the clouds went by faster and faster and then the scene changed. I could still smell that musty old smell of grease and dust but now I was in some type of a station and I could walk among the people but they could not see me. The words move xrp were written in numerous places and I remember this phrase
