"Out of the shadows of the night, The world rolls into light. It is daybreak everywhere" sings the poet. Yes, daybreak and breakfast, and off to the daily round of toil for ones bread. The people gather at the railroad station in the town of Westville to catch the 7:49 which will bear them to the big city, more than fifty miles, and sixty one minutes away. They purchase their big city newspapers, and stamp their feet against the cold. They exchange idle small talk until the big shiny electric car skids to a halt along the platform and they scatter aboard and scramble for seats. Thus, another day has begun...