Jack's vision started blurring, realizing as it did that this must mean it was time to awaken. Jack closed his eyes, blunting the pain as best he could, and focused. When Jack's eyes opened he saw he was back on the train. He sat up, rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and looked around. Noticing everyone was already awake and clearly discussing something, he decided he would not be missed if he just sat back. He looked up at the roof of the train, wondering to himself how a dream could feel so real. 'I actually felt the pain,' he thought, 'that isn't possible, dreams don't hurt physically. How the fuck is any of what happened possible...?'<br/><br/><br/>Thomas sat bolt upright as the dream concluded. He looked around, realizing he was panting and quickly slowed his breath. These types of dreams were hardly new to Thomas, he'd been having them ever since he took on his family's case. He pulled the sheets off of him and moved his legs over the side of the bed. Thomas saw his weapon on the nightstand, quickly grabbing it up and looking down at it. He placed the barrel right under his jaw, contemplating every reason not to pull the trigger. "Do it, Zyntur..." he said quietly, a tear rolling down his cheek, "It doesn't matter anymore. Your family is dead and the culprit behind the murder probably is as well, nothing is going to right the wrongs of the past." He held the gun there for a few more seconds, closing his eyes and silently daring himself to actually go through with it this time. Thomas knew any sort of happiness he let others see was a front, he was hurting inside, a hurt he felt he'd never be able to get rid of. Thomas wanted so badly to kill himself, he wanted so badly to put it all to an end, but something inside kept pulling at him. He needed to know who did it, he could never rest until he knew who had committed the crime. Thomas pulled away the gun, looking down at it once more. 'You may be the only cop left,' he thought, 'The people need you now more than ever...'<br/><br/>Thomas set the gun down and stood upright. He looked around the room, starting with the basket of sandwiches. He was hungry, and he felt he may as well take the time to enjoy these moments of respite, so he walked to the basket and grabbed a sandwich. Thomas walked over to a chair and sat in it, slowly unwrapping the food, contemplating his next move. "I can't stay here," he said aloud, "The people here are safe enough, I need to help others get to this kind of place." Thomas took a bite of the sandwich, chewing slowly and enjoying the flavors that danced across his tongue. He swallowed, then looked up to the ceiling and continued his thoughts. "I could go back to my apartment, I have more ammunition there as well as a few extra weapons. If I recall correctly, I have seven extra clips for the Beretta and a Glock 18 with six clips. That and I have photocopies of the case files beside my computer, so maybe I can review them and finally put this to rest..." Thomas took another bite of the sandwich, looking at the curtains and examining the detailing in them.