"Well? Are you coming?" the Conductor asked, clicking his pocket watch shut with a sharp snap .
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 - ...
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. It let out a crystalline ring that echoed through the house
But as they climbed into the jagged peaks of the , the boy felt a tug on his heart. He reached into his pocket and found only a hole. The silver bell—the one he had received from Santa himself at the North Pole, the one that rang with the purest sound he’d ever heard—was gone. "Too bad it’s broken