Vangelos' eyes grew heavy as the soft clacking of the rails and the blowing of the wind as it passed by the windows, lulled him to sleep. As he slumbered he thought back to everything that had occurred. The loss of his mentor, the journey through the desolate city, finding Violet in an abandoned school, and finally uniting with a group of other survivors. He wondered what the gods had in store for him. He did not merely think this was all a coincidence played by chance. He wasn't sure what to make of these strangers and he supposed that they felt the same way about him. What did strike him as odd was that they each had orbs hovering over their heads and no one seemed concerned about it. Vangelos made a self note that he would ask about it at a later time, for now his body demanded rest.<br/>Vangelos felt like an actor caught up in a devastating tragedy, one he had not rehearsed for, one for which he had not prepared. He wished he had a script to follow.