(Big apologies for taking so long. My laptop stopped working on Saturday; I can't get it to turn on at all. Even with my knowledge of computer hardware I'm not quite sure what's wrong with it, though my replacement parts for my desktop came today so I'm back online until my new hard drive comes)<br/><br/>Wesley had hoped to leave the room without disturbing his roommate, but unfortunately the squeak from the door had been enough to wake him from his state of dreamy stupor. Looking to his left, he was met with the bunnyboy's concerned thoughts. His face didn't show much emotion, but the pitch of his voice confirmed his fear. However, Wesley knew that he had to check the conductor's room as soon as he could, for if he or she was in danger, they would at least stand a chance; if only he could locate the room.<br/><br/>"Don't worry about it," he responded, not understanding in great depth the possible danger, "the key's in that chest of drawers next to me. I'm just popping to the can. If anybody tries to get to you, I'll come straight back." Hoping this cover story wouldn't falter, he pulled the door shut behind him with a confident grin. Looking to his left, he couldn't see any life forms down the corridor, although his acute hearing could pick up some light sounds.<span style="font-style: italic">Gee, they're having fun down here.</span>he thought, making out voices coming from the other side of the train. He slowly began to stroll down the corridor, repeating his room's number to himself to help him remember where Chris was. But Wesley soon realized his error; when he revisited what he'd just said, he'd spoken to Chris quite loudly, and had given away details of the location of possible prey to any predators still aboard.<span style="font-style: italic">Dear God, Wes! What are you doing?</span>cried his mind.<span style="font-style: italic">If anything kills him, you're responsible for his death.</span>