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The boy didn't answer. He climbed the stairs, the cold metal biting through his slippers. Inside, the coach was a blur of velvet seats and children in robes, their faces pressed against the frosted glass. As the train lurched forward, the world outside became a streak of white and pine-tree green.

The boy shook the bell. It let out a crystalline ring that echoed through the house. His parents looked at it, smiling but puzzled. "What a beautiful bell," his mother said. "Too bad it’s broken." "It’s not broken, Mom," the boy whispered. THE POLAR EXPRESS - Sony Pictures Imageworks - ...

He slumped into his seat, the joy of the journey fading. He had seen the elves, the toy workshops, and the reindeer, but without the bell, it all felt like a dream he was already forgetting. The boy didn't answer

"Well? Are you coming?" the Conductor asked, clicking his pocket watch shut with a sharp snap . As the train lurched forward, the world outside

The snow fell in heavy, silent clumps as the massive locomotive hissed to a halt on a quiet suburban street. The boy, standing in his pajamas on the frozen lawn, stared up at the impossible sight: the , its iron skin glistening under the moonlight.

On Christmas morning, his sister Sarah found one small box left behind the tree. Inside was the silver bell, with a note: Found this on the seat of my sleigh. Fix that hole in your pocket.