He tossed his packs back onto his seat and looked around for where his helmet had gone, finding it stored in a shelf above the seat where he had lain. The shelf above this other seat, however, was filled with a stranger's possessions. He looked at the door, noting that the catch was unlocked. Fear shot through him. Had he been captured? Had the guards found him out? Had they chased the train and now kept him locked in here for safe keeping? Was he trapped? He knew he was being tracked somehow, but he thought he could have bought himself enough time on the train to— The fever. He had been out for days. Oh fuck, they had had plenty of time to catch up to him. The hell was he going to do, the—