Hello.

Just dropping a quick note to reassure anyone who's interested that this story is still active, is not being dropped, not on hiatus, etc. I am still actively working on it at any moment I am able to mentally focus on it.

Life, as each of us know, has a habit of throwing wrenches both physical and mental into our machinery. Focus and time are difficult to come by at times.

When I first started this, I made the statement that I was not a writer. That this was very difficult for me. But that I wanted to try anyway. In this, I've been bluntly honest with myself and, I hope, with anyone who picks up this story. I maintain this statement - I am not a writer. But I have so many stories in my head, all the time.

This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

It's just very, very difficult to get them out.

So please, all I can reasonably request of anyone who reads this, if you're at all interested in seeing where the story goes (and it will be going, that I can promise, especially once Alex starts to interact with other carriages of the train and their denizens) just...keep me on your backburner. I take up very little space there, and won't make too much of a mess.

Kindest regards,

The Octopus