He had sat down for a time, enjoying the moment's rest and shelter from the snow and the cold. The staff compartment on the train had some food and a barrel of fresh water. He drank his fill greedily, uncaring of the cold. His skin was already on fire as it was; his fever worsening and he needed to lie down, badly. Despite that, he made himself stay awake and upright, no matter how inviting the small, hard beds looked, until the train had eventually rumbled to a stop.