"Well, I think you should try checking the clock in our room." responded Wesley. "Because last time, it said 10PM. But I hope to God these clocks and your watch aren't being controlled by some...wiërd force."<span style="font-style: italic">If these clocks say the same as his watch does,</span>thought Wesley's now uneasy mind,<span style="font-style: italic">something's not right here.</span>Out of the blue, Wesley shuddered suddenly without knowing why. Slowly he turned his head and looked behind him, breathing a sigh of relief when his eyes were presented with an empty corridor.<span style="font-style: italic">If there's been any deaths on this train,</span>snarled another voice in his brain,<span style="font-style: italic">that intercom operator's a dead man.</span><br/><br/>He noticed Chris tilt his head slightly, as if out of confusion at his worried expression. "Okay?" he snapped. "I should think not. This train's making me feel...quite uneasy. I think...both of us might be in danger whether we get out of the corridor or not. Maybe we should head back to our room; trying to search for the conductor's gonna yield nothing if he's already dead." But when he realized what he'd said, he clapped a paw to his mouth.<span style="font-style: italic">You moron! Are you trying to get yourself killed?</span>scolded his subconscious.<span style="font-style: italic">Any predator could have heard that - you're done for now.</span>