The boy didn't answer. He climbed the stairs, the cold metal biting through his slippers. Inside, the coach was a blur of velvet seats and children in robes, their faces pressed against the frosted glass. As the train lurched forward, the world outside became a streak of white and pine-tree green.
To his parents, it was silent. But to those who truly , the sound was the most beautiful music in the world. THE POLAR EXPRESS - Sony Pictures Imageworks - ...
"Well? Are you coming?" the Conductor asked, clicking his pocket watch shut with a sharp snap . The boy didn't answer