Randall was feeling exhausted.  He hadn’t been able to sleep much after what ever happened last night.  He thought about how real it was.  It was like he was actually Victoria but had no control over what she did or said.  The feeling of heartache was still there, he couldn’t tell what she was thinking but a feeling that strong was in the body and not just the mind.  This vision of Victoria was different than whatever happened with that small metal box.  The box was the catalyst to something that was just starting to reveal itself.
Randall was starting to feel in his gut that what he had seen was the past.  It wasn’t just a random piece of the past.  Victoria Hall was a name that he was sure he heard before.  He had no idea who or what Frank was other than the name Victoria gave to the Artificial Intelligence she had been working with.
Part of Randall wondered if there had been something in the incense at the shop that made him hallucinate.  All that happened since he made it back on the train could have also been a dream, he was exhausted and could have made it to his bunk in a half slumber. He was pretty that if it had been a dream, he would have come up with a better name than Frank for an Artificial Intelligence.  Frank seemed like a stupid name for an AI.
Randall wanted to obsess about it and ask around, but he felt completely wiped out.  He spent the trip eating and sleeping.  He wasn’t the only one of the new adults doing that, a fair number did the same.

The trip back to Sanity took a few days longer than the trip to Junkton.  It took longer because the train moved slower.  The train was loaded with scrap material that could only be described as junk, and it weighed a lot.
There were crates than held various bits of materials that didn’t weigh much themselves, but needed heavy shielding to prevent it from harming anyone.  Most of the dangerous materials wouldn’t kill you right away, but would end up making you sick and kill you over time.  The really dangerous materials would cause horrendous deaths, like making your insides a soup or causing your skin to boil off.
There were even a few ancient looking large size barrels that were covered in some kind of adhesive, but you could hear sloshing as they moved.  There were markings on some of these barrels, but most were marked with just a skull, indicating that they held something dangerous.
There was plenty of room to store more, but since the scrap weighed significantly more than food and passengers, they could only fill each car up to it’s weight capacity and for some of the scrap, it meant a few impossibly heavy barrels.

There were only a few passengers for the trip back to Sanity and they kept to themselves.
The usual team of scouts had taken over the duties on the train, the slower speed of the train could be a problem at night if they didn’t have experienced eyes on watch.

They’d be back at Sanity soon and he would be busy soon enough.  He’d be doing his part to keep the village running smoothly and he would have a space to call his own.  Best of all, he’d be invited to the Adult gatherings and not stuck playing children’s game’s followed by an early bed time.
The games weren’t bad, but the early bed time was something Randall had hated for years.  Out of the changes he was about to make in his life, choosing his bed time was what he looked forward to most.

The trip back was quiet and nothing out of the ordinary occurred.  For Randall, this was the first time in a long time that he felt at ease and wasn’t worried about what might happen in the middle of the night.