Audrey: Every day, every one of us makes a trade. A pencil for a pen. An apple for an orange. A dance for a smile. But these trades don’t always go the way you plan. You give more than you get. Terms change. You wind up having to trade with yourself. I staked my future on a single trade. A life with him for a place on this train. It’s been nineteen revolutions. No matter how far I traveled, I should’ve known Wilford would find me. On Snowpiercer, one thousand and thirty-four cars long.