One of the first things he noticed was how the outside had been recolored into the beautiful palette of dusk, amber and burnt orange giving the bordering forest a comfy and scenic appeal. Clock on the wall indicated five PM. How long had he even been asleep for? He tried to recall exactly when his brain called for a timeout. Maybe it happened a little bit after switching lines at the Las Pegasus station? Tough to say. It definitely was still daytime before he fell into a snooze. The combination of being caressed by the rocking of the rails, and being pacified by the lullaby of the low-pitched engine noise probably got the best of him.