A/N: Apologies, folks; bit of a short chapter today. ^_^"

"So, this is Grand Central Station," Edgar said over the echoing voices of train passengers. "Pretty fancy."

William nodded, nervously looking around at the grandeur that was Grand Central. The rumbling of trains could be heard from where they stood, click-clacking along the rails and hissing steam. The two walked up to the window labeled: "Ticket Sales – Coach Class".

"Just one, sweetheart," Edgar said to the young lady, who nodded.

"That'll be a dollar and fifty cents."

Edgar paid the money, in return receiving the little slip of paper.

"You're in coach 3492," she muttered, reaching over the counter and punching a hole in the ticket. "Thanks for choosing Sunset Lines, and we hope you have a lovely trip."

"I'm not goin' anywhere, hon," Edgar pressed, leaning on the counter. "I'll be here for a while."

The girl narrowed her eyes.

"Sir, you're holding up the line."

"Come on, Edgar," William said, pulling his friend aside. "We need to find my train."

It wasn't very hard to find. After a short descent down the stairs and an even shorter walk down the corridor through the crowd of people, William found his coach.

"Welcome to Sunset Lines, thanks for traveling with us today. Where ya headed, shorty?" the conductor addressed William after taking his ticket and punching a hole through it.

"San Francisco, California," the young man replied.

"Sunny California, hm? Nice place, nice place. Have a nice ride, kid."

"Thank you."

William turned to face Edgar before boarding the train.

"Well, I . . . I suppose . . ."

"I'm not tearing up, kiddo," his friend said, a smirk crossing his face. "But it's the closest I've ever gotten."

With a haughty laugh, Edgar seized his young client's hand with both of his and shook it. They were only there for a moment, before the people in line began to protest. Will stepped up into the coach and poked his head through the window right above his friend.

"Write to me, kid, all right?" Edgar said, his smirk now more of a wide, sincere grin.

"I will, Edgar. I won't ever forget about what you've done for me!"

"I sure hope not," he said. "Stay outta trouble, ya rascal."

With that, the train whistle blew loudly, signaling its leave from the station. It slowly pulled away. Will watched his friend get further and further away from him, waving. Edgar waved, then, just as Will caught a final glimpse of him, lit a cigar.

"So long, kid," the agent mumbled as his British client vanished. "Hope you find some luck."