Keith had a dreamless sleep, but it didn't last long. About the same time Zebel closed her eyes, his opened back up. Subconsciously his eyes drifted to her and he had a very hard time looking away. The position she was in was pure eye candy, then he shook his head, mad at himself for thinking such things. Regardless of her actions, she was still to be respected and not oogled at. He had no clue what was happening. He went digging through his bag for his combat wraps to practice wrapping to keep him occupied. After what seemed like an eternity, the train made it's first stop and most of the passengers got off. Keith's letter told him to wait to be told to get off, so he just waited. His mental argument began up again<br/><br/>"What the hell are you doing Keith? Why are you even here, are you looking to go back to a slam in the middle of nowhere?" his thoughts were quiet compared to his normal rants "That's gotta be it, huh, you just want the attention of someone, and a courtroom is good enough for you. Damn . . . sounds just like you . . ."<br/><br/>He wrapped and unwrapped each hand a few times, then started once more when familiar footsteps came from the back of the car, then stopped just behind his seat