The family set off that morning happily enough. Their five and a half days in Michigan had been full and good...filled with meeting many new people and seeing a few they could remember from other times. Alfred could feel their exhaustion oozing into his own iron parts as he rumbled along on bridges over smooth waters and through leafy woods - he knew his duty; to carry them up, over, and down, back to the yellow apartments they called "home". Alfred called no particular place "home" - he had had too many possible "homes" in his twenty years of life, and now, old and well-seasoned as he was, he knew it was only a matter of time before he would be divided up and used a hundred different ways in a hundred different places. And none of these would be home!