Zentraal

Five years away from Venprek is a long time. She realized this as her train glided smoothly into Platform 8 of the Zentraal Station. Stepping out of the carriage, she was struck by how much the station had changed in the few years she was away. The interior had undergone a complete makeover, and boasted a futuristic theme, along with metallic colours. Somewhat like a space shuttle, she realized.

It was all very foreign to her, not like the old Zentraal she knew. There were many people milling about, and she found herself carried forth out of the station. She felt a little uncomfortable. A million faces, a million unfamiliar faces. She had been away for too long.

Stepping out into the wintry evening, she was greeted by a familiar sight. People young and old skating on the ice rink specially put out right at the entrance of the station. Always a this time of the year.

How she longed she could put her skates on this very moment.

She was home, at last.