Dean had been so intent on the whole conversation, and situation.  He had been at the back of the car, and as it lurched, he found himself vertical, with only an 'oh shit'! comming out of his mouth.  At least he thought he did.  Time had sat still enough that he simply didn't know.  So when he crashed down into what amounted to the top of the train car, his eyes lost focus.  He was dizzy, it was hard to focus, and save for the rushing water, it was hard to move.  And then darkness.<br/><br/>He awoke face down on the sand, vaguely aware of a pounding headache, and a sore right temple, as well as a strange, licking feeling.  Looking up, he noticed something he hadn't expected.  Brown fur, large, buck teeth, and large ears.  "Yeah, i'm fine Rat, good to see you survived to."  Reaching up, he groaned.  His clothes were soaked, and as he pulled his hand from his temple, he grimaced.  Blood.  "More or less."  Looking around, he looked for anyone else, still sitting on his rump, with a rattata sitting next to him.  "I think i'll demand my money back when I get out of here."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>