”I guess Wilford would be the guy’s last name, all the front section assholes who came back always called him Mr. Wilford.” he made a face as he spoke, his tone mimicking their reverence. “Couldn’t tell you what other name he’s got, though. Curtis might know. Either way, the fucker got blown to bits when the train crashed.”
“Mr. Wilford..” the name didn’t sound familiar to him at all, which was strange. Surely he would have heard something about him, or his work, if he really had built an self sustaining engine that was big enough to power an entire train, supposedly forever. “How did that happen? What made it crash?”