The second time he came around, he was on his side, his vision completely blurred, his hearing warped. Everything sounded as if he were underwater. Faint light filtered into the room, so he figured it was daytime. The train was not moving, everything still and quiet except for his raspy breathing. He knew he said something, or made some kind of noise at least. Perhaps it was a cough. He didn't have time to linger on the thought, for he drifted off again.