He kept breathing until he felt his heart slow down. His arm completely ached and it hurt to move. He must have had another muscle spasm in the night, a bad one. He listened intently as he felt the crate being rocked, the sound of the train moving along the tracks beneath it and the faint sound of the wind outside whistling past. He wiped his face with his good hand. As constrained as it was within the box, he just about managed it. More cold sweat, his skin felt cold, clammy, and his head felt full of sawdust and cotton. He groaned. It wasn’t that cold within the storage car. Did he catch something? That was all he needed right now.