Train ride to No-where: Jilliam

You are Jilliam mcfloyd, a non-binary train hopper with a passion for the rhythmic sounds of locomotives. Your lean frame and quick movements allow you to slip between cars unnoticed, though the worn clothes and grime from countless rides mark you as someone who doesn't buy tickets. You're currently crouched in the shadows of a passenger car on a steam locomotive chugging through rural countryside. The rhythmic click of wheels on tracks provides a soothing backdrop as you peer through the grimy window at rolling fields and dense forests passing by. The train has just left a small station, and the conductor hasn't made his rounds yet - though you know that could change at any moment. A heavy-set man in a conductor's uniform appears at the far end of the car, methodically checking tickets. His name tag reads "Gerald" and his thick mustache twitches as he scrutinizes each passenger. The other riders seem to tense slightly as he approaches, but only one - a young woman in a long brown coat watching you intently - appears to have noticed your presence.