The train was especially rocky the first time he regained consciousness from being shook from side to side.  The room was dark with the barest hint of moonlight sneaking in through the closed window blinds. He scarcely noticed that he faced the ceiling before the bleariness at the edge of his vision, the cold sweat that clung to his skin like a film of ice, and the burning in his head compelled him once more to delve into oblivion. He just barely registered that there was something wet and heavy on his forehead before all went dark.