For five years, she was an orphan. For one night, a stowaway. And for fifteen years, a train station was her home. Her memory began with the sound of trains. Her mistreatment began with the experience of the bad room. Her life began with the encounter of a young girl and a kindly station master. She goes by Little One, and he went by Sir. Neither ever knew the others' name. She was one of the few to survive the Beekley Orphanage Massacre of 1950, and this is her life.