Brock I always loved trains. After my omega mate abandoned me, I became a conductor on cross-country trips. I never saw home, but without a mate, what good was home? For my fortieth birthday, I quit my long-distance train job and became a conductor on commuter rail. I don't dare to hope for love, but at least I can find a place to call home. I find a panicked, hungry cat hiding under a seat and I give him my lunch...