Christmas fic.
Set as they arrive at the North Pole.
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'We made it! With five minutes to spare! We made it!'
The train ghost heard the words meant for him, and smiled at the other man's jubilation. They never had been late, and, he knew, they never would be. He looked up at the clock tower in satisfaction, the face reading five minutes to midnight, as it had for the past few hours, keeping watch over the night of Christmas eve.
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