The train let out a long hiss like a great sigh from deep within the iron beast. The cold air only making the bellowing of steam that erupts from it that much larger, but for the men working in the train depot it was a welcome respite from the cold. But soon the white cloud fades to the wind and work has to resume. The freight is a mix of cargo from across the United States and some few pieces that come from as far back as Eastern Europe. For the men working the 'yard', as they called it, the location of it's origin and who it belonged to was of little matter. What was their main concern was the occasionally messages burned into the wood.

One such set of messages were adorned on a wooden crate of an usual design. Tightly sealed so that there was barely a seem between the planks of wood, it did not have the appearance of any shipping box they have seen before. The larger of the pair leaned over the box as he squinted at the burnt letters, trying to decipher them. "Fra... Fragi... Fragel? Hey, Butch. What does this word mean?" Butch, the skinnier of the pair, leaned over with a lantern to illuminate the words. "That is 'Fragile', Clyde. As in it meaning that it breaks easily. Lets see. 'Fragile. Set at top only'."

Clyde lets out a worrying grunt. "I hate working with Fra-gee-ile things," he grunted out even as he moved around to grab one end of the box. "Worry not, Clyde. We will finish with this post haste and be back to slinging UN-fragile things." Though Butch's words were hopeful, they didn't help to ease the weight of the box. Making the trip from the loading platform to the warehouse more than a little difficult. Finally after much struggling, they pushed it into place on it's own shelf and quickly returned to work with easier cargo.

The rest of the day would be easy for the trainyard workers as one train after another were unloaded and loaded with cargo to places many of them will never dream of seeing. As the sky darkened, they clocked out one after another until all that remained was the graveyard shift consisting of a few security guards who had grown so easy into their jobs that they never spent long checking the warehouse. Especially for hidden travelers inside sealed containers, like one Albert Aricanli. When the sun set, the time worn Kindred awoke to find there was no sound, no movement and only one explanation. "It is time to come out of ze box!"

A crowbar, part of his supplies for the trips, was his key of departure from the confined space. Jammed into the crack between the lid and the sides and wiggled about until it couldn't go any further. "Ah, a basic machine. Simple, yet effectif." Even while trying to work his way out of a box, Albert couldn't help but give a lecture. "Zee principle of a lefer is to apply a great force on one ent though a veak force on the other ent. Zis is achieved by hafink zee greater of zee forces closest to zee fulcrum point, vere the vork is done and the veakest of zee forces as far as possible, permittink efen zee veak to move great objects. Marfelous!" By the time the lecture was over, Albert head already pried loose the top half of the box, raising nails from their sunken homes and breaking the painted seal around the box. All that remained was a firm shove on the lid to pop it the rest off the way off and the Vampire was free of his makeshift coffin.

With a heft, Albert lifted himself out of the box and onto the floor. After orientating himself with a quick look around, he reaches into his coat pocket to pull out a small leather bound pocket book and a note inbetween the cover and the first page. Opening the note, he read to himself the instructions for himself lest he forget the things he had to do. Thankfully, he did remember to look at the note. Let's see.. Speak in clear English accent. Ensure that attire is complete: Hat, coat, shirt, pants, shoes, cane, bag- At reading about the bag, Albert looked around himself before spinning around to look at the box. A quick reach inside and he pulls out his medical bag and he can check it off the list. Lets see, last thing is.. Ensure arrival at San Francisco and make way to Haven.

To do that, Albert would need to find a Kine. And to speak with a Kine he needed the Blush. Taking a quick moment, he let the vitae inside him flow to the surface of his body, the momentary sensation of a soft heat was the only sign he had that it was successful. But it was all he needed to walk out with confidence from the warehouse towards the street. Luckily, a source of information was easy to find as the Kindred came upon a rotund man slouched in a chair at the entrance to the warehouse, too busy nursing his stomach to notice where Albert had walked from. "Excuse me," Albert spoke, working though his accent, "Might you know what city this is?"

His question was meet with a grunt of annoyance that was almost fallowed up by a rude response before it was interrupted by a very sickening belch and more gurgling from the man's stomach. It was an easy diagnosis for the Doctor's trained eye, "Ah, indigestion is it? How about this, good friend. You answer a few questions and I give you an easy treatment?" Raising his bag up, he taps it with his cane gently, a promise of a cure inside. "Just tell me if this is San Francisco and where I might find this place?" An offered piece of paper had the directions that he sought.

Of course the offer was too good to pass, even though he showed like he was thinking about it, it was a simple exchange. "Aye, ya be in San Francisco. And if ya want to find dis place you wanna go down the main road. After that, ask another soul." Albert beamed a smile as he popped open his bag and reached inside. "As easy as that was will be as easy as your treatment is." From inside the black bag came a clear bottle with slices of brown inside of it. "Ginger in any form will ease your crying belly. Be it as a candy, ale, beer, served with your favorite dish or eaten raw. You will find it soothe the beast inside." A tip of his hat and into the night the Kindred departed, a word of thanks left hanging in the air.

The directions turned out to be more than helpful enough as it lead Albert from one person to another, narrowing their directions further and further down the closer he got to his goal. He was worried what he would do for a meal for a short time but quickly found it resolved as one of the Kine he questioned for directions, clearly a hooker, took a strong interest in him. After a few cautionary questions on her health and a request for a quiet spot in the alley, she lead the way. Once they were alone, she went after her work while he went after a meal.

He would insure to leave her a small payment for her assistance, though she might wake up confused as to why her clothing was still on her.

It wasn't too much longer until he stood at the door of his new Haven. A knock on the door, a sour meeting with the landlord who looked like he was being troubled to take money in exchange for an unused loft in his attic, and a view of his new home. Windowless, every crack sealed as per the request. Plenty of space to fill with text and equipment. And a bed that will need to be modified and a door that thankfully came with a rudimentary lock.

The Doctor is in, San Francisco.