You sneak into the hut.

Why just try to listen when you can hear and see? You head around to the back of the hut. As you suspected, there is a garden behind the hut inside the fence. You make your way toward the back of the hut, but the garden is so overgrown that you can hardly push your way through it. You know the hut is right here somewhere, but the wild garden plants are so thick and grow so close together that you feel like you're in the jungle. Suddenly, you hear the train whistle! You've got to get back to the train before it leaves. You turn around but can't see how you got back here at all. You're too well-trained to panic, but you try to rush as you hear the train's puffing--a sure sign that it's about to leave.

Finally you run into the rickety wooden fence, and you follow it back to the front of the hut. The train is already gone. You head toward the hut's front door and knock bravely, but no one answers. You push the door open. The hut is completely empty. It's obviously been uninhabited for a long time. You see footprints in the dust on the floor, but there are no furnishings or anything else.

Feeling dejected, you walk into the village and ask an old man carrying a load of sticks on his back about transportation. The man tells you that there is nothing within hundreds of miles except the train tracks you see before you. No one in the village even has a car.

It looks as though you'll have to wait for the next train to come through. The old man says it will come soon--in about a week.