When he finally regained full consciousness, he could think clearly again. The train was lying still and unmoving, though he could hear shouting from outside. The window blinds were closed, but sunlight could still be seen creeping into the cabin. They must have stopped at a station. He lay there for a while, trying to get his senses back, entertaining the dancing phantasms in the periphery of his sight that simply had to be the result of the fever fucking with the information his eyes were sending his brain. You know, the sort of delirious nonsense you saw when you were just too sick to get out of bed.