He came to twice more, again when the train was moving. It was twilight, the uncovered window allowing him a glimpse outside, and he could see the first flakes of snow that evening. He had drifted back to sleep after that. The second time it was night, but the light in the cabin was on again. His mouth felt parched, his head still burned, but not as bad. His temporary escape from the dreamless void was rescinded, and the darkness claimed him prisoner once again.