(You two, can you give the other players the chance to post? Also, both of you have exceeded your daily post limit.)<br/><br/>Wesley had only been enjoying the softness of the sensual heaven of the bed around his body for little more than a few minutes when a message from the loudspeaker disturbed him quite abruptly. Disappointed at having been startled so soon, he frowned as he took in the negatively-toned message reporting that the chef had been fired, and that the baggage handler had disappeared from all view.<br/><br/>"Oh, crap," he groaned, briefly staring down at his large case, "That's all we need. Good thing I packed in my sports drinks and those melons...gonna need 'em, methinks." He hadn't unpacked his case yet, but if any others came into his apartment at this stage and discovered what he was carrying with him, he knew that they'd find his favourite food of choice to be quite strange compared to his species; especially as he liked the feeling of swallowing the melons whole. Wishing to pass the time he could before the first stop, he climbed down from the bunkbed and resorted to gazing longingly out of the window.<br/><br/>"Least the can's not broken yet." he said to himself, thanking fate that the conductor had not reported any problems with the toilets. With a light sigh, he placed his paws onto the windows before briefly releasing one of them to adjust his sunglasses. However, he couldn't help but find that the announcement was circulating around his mind continually: '...although our baggage man seems to have disappeared.'<span style="font-style: italic">Oh my God.</span>exclaimed a panicky voice in his head.<span style="font-style: italic">What the hell happened? Does this mean I'm in danger?</span>