Must have been a pan or something.

As She entered the next car Rebecca found herself standing in... another kitchen? "How many kitchens does this train need?" It had the same ovens and tables, the same sink and a large icebox (one of the short wide rectangles with the large lid at the top) The Icebox was held open by some sort of band attached to the metal clasp of the lid to a shelf above it plunging the room into a deep freeze, frost hung on the metal surfaces and snowflakes hung in the air. Gasping at the cold Rebecca moved toward the freezer. Standing on her tip toes She leaned over it with one hand braced against the edge as she struggled to unwrap the band from the latch. With no feeling to speak of in her hands it proved to be a very difficult task but She soldiered on, eventually after getting a good purchase on it and giving it a sharp tug it came loose catching it with an outstretched arm She stepped back to let it fall, and then the train lurched. Rebecca was thrown head first into the freezer as the lid fell landing painfully on her lower back. The cold metal burned against her bare skin as She struggled to right herself. Her legs had no purchase on the ground so She threw her weight back and pushed with her arms, swinging her head and arms out of the box She found her self pressed against the outside of it in a squat. Her shirt had pulled up during her acrobatics and it, along with the center of her bra had gotten pinched in the latch as the lid closed. She pushed against the lid but it did not budge, planting her feet Rebecca pushed even harder but her socks lost their grip on the smooth metal floor and She slammed back into the side of the ice box. Screaming in frustration She planted her feet again only for the strap holding the lid open to fall. Rebecca stretched her body and managed to peek over the lid. Her blood froze as She recognized her belt. It was cut much to short to wear but there was no mistaking it. Redoubling her efforts She frantically tried to lift the lid, slipping over and over back into the side. "Why is this thing so heavy!?" "I held with one hand a moment ago!" Shaking like a leaf now it became harder for her to think so She tried a new angle. Sliding her body from side to side pulling at her stuck pieces of clothing. Rebecca let out a small sigh, her breasts had fallen out of her bra and were pressed against the freezer, sliding side to side may get her clothes un stuck but it also meant She was dragging her hard nipples across the cold metal and while She wouldn't call it a comfortable experience Her body was starting to react to the stimulation. A odd but now familiar warmth reappeared between Rebecca's legs as her cloudy mind thought back to the luggage room once again. Snapping back to reality the fear of her imagination spurred on a last ditch effort of frantic tugging, jerking against the latch **** to be released from this frozen hell. As if a genie granting a twisted version of her wish the icebox complied, the abused polo finally gave out ripping at the bottom of its ridiculous V to become a classy button up, with no buttons, as it gave way Rebecca flew back from the freezer landing on her butt once again. A spark of joy exploded in her chest and instantly died as her breast sat exposed in the freezing air. What was left of her shirt hung from her arms just behind her shoulders and She could see the torn remains of her plain white bra still locked in the freezer's latch. Rebecca stood, covering her large tits with her arms and walked back over, tugging idly at her bra it was clear that even if she retrieved it the garment was completely ruined. She stood there for a moment puzzled, hit by a wave of exhaustion all She wanted to do was take a nap and wake up from this terrible dream but something was wrong. There was a nagging sensation in the corner of her mind, an urgency She couldn't quite understand. A basic survival instinct pushing her to move forward. So almost like a zombie with numb hands and blue lips Rebecca left the bra behind.