"Tell me about it," said Wesley, "Funny goings on if you ask me. The intercom's been no help at all. But..." Wesley hesitated. A small voice had come from the kitsune's pocket...<span style="font-style: italic">this could be your mousie, Wessy!</span>"Thing is...I don't know my way around this train. And...I think I heard a voice." But Wesley's eyes widened just as he'd realized what he'd said.<span style="font-style: italic">That's it now. There goes your supper.</span>scolded Wesley's dark side.<span style="font-style: italic">You've given yourself away now.</span>But he tried to avoid letting his disappointment show in his face by continuing to the best of his ability, trying to push away the urge to pounce onto the kitsune to search for that mouse. "May as well follow me - though I can't guarantee we'll see anything."<br/><br/>Nodding politely to the wolfman who appeared next, he strolled between the two of them and headed in the opposite direction to this room, knowing that successfully locating the conductor would be unlikely. What he was trying to search for was some kind of door, although his pace was about a third of his normal speed for the possibility of being consumed alive by any sort of predator was quite high, for unknown to him several beïngs had been eaten already.<span style="font-style: italic">Dear Lord, Wesley. You'd better watch your step in here.</span>warned his mind just as Chris left his room. But when he heard his voice, he stopped and turned on his heal, and changed the shaping of his eyes to their feline form. He couldn't risk being eaten, but if Chris was to fall victim, he knew that it would be his fault unless he stepped in. But he also had his own safety to think about.