Chris trusted the catboy boy and laid back down, but took the key with him.<span style="font-style: italic">I know I shouldn't leave, but i'm a sitting duck here. He looked over to the clock. Midnight already? Dang.</span><span style="font-style: italic">Where would I go If I left? I know! I'll check the conductor's room. I'll probably have enough time to check anyways. </span>Chris stepped out, and notice the bathroom was occupied.<span style="font-style: italic">Does he know that there is a bathroom right there? Ah well.</span>He head the opposite way of Wesley and toward's the conductor's room. Of course, the door was locked. He didn't hear any sounds but the engine running and the usual control sounds.<span style="font-style: italic">Wait, where's the snoring? Or breathing? I don't hear anything in there for signs of living things! </span><br/><br/>Chris was now worried. The train was driving itself through autopilot, which intercom controlled. This ment that there was no enforcement to order on the train but the people themselves. He's doomed for sure.<br/>He went back to the room fairly quickly and before Wesley. He wasn't sure where Wesley went, but if he went looking he'd probably get eaten.