The timing left something to be desired, as he had barely made it to his hiding spot before the train came thundering up the rails back from the harbour before he got settled in. He was pretty sure someone might have seen him, but he didn't hear them shout. He counted on the snow screen helping him in that matter as the weather grew worse. Frankly, he was no longer in a mood to care. His head felt like it was on fire, and his body was becoming more sluggish and unresponsive. He needed to do something and do it now, or he just wouldn't be able to run anymore. The wooden board he was now holding above him was steadily gathering a layer of snow on it, so if someone had seen him and sent someone looking for him, they wouldn't immediately suspect the pile of snow in a corner.