Cogs and Sprockets

That's what everyone here looks like to me. Places to go, people to see. Everyone has an agenda. This place is a huge machine.

The first thing you see when you get here is nothing but a tunnel shooting a train to nowhere. There are a million of those things. Moving, moving, pushing along.  Its an entirely different city, each stop. I already know there are a million places I dont want to be, just by looking at the people that get off, and on at certain stops.  All of them work at some factory, making sure the lids are sealed on jars.