(My mistake. Big apologies for my lack of activity over the past few days also.)<br/><br/>Wesley could only watch as Chris tried to converse with Tanya, managing to catch every word with his acute sense of hearing. As he tracked more of what Tanya was saying, noticing her wave at him and Chris gesturing towards him. his ears pricked up when he caught her graphically describing the train's seemingly abysmal level of security.<span style="font-style: italic">You've described it perfectly, love.</span>chirped a voice inside him, and he soon found himself nodding in agreement. But it wasn't until he'd stopped that his ears pricked up again; Chris was now trying to communicate with him.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh, damn it!</span>Wesley thought in frustration.<span style="font-style: italic">Why'd he have to leave his room? Lucky somebody hasn't killed him yet - this train's a death trap!</span>If he had to come back or intervene, now was the time to do so, so he made his way back to the divider between the two carriages.<br/><br/>"Um, sorry mate." said Wesley solumnly, letting his tail coil around his ankles, "I lied - I wanted to try and find the conductor. I want to find out what the hell is going on with train trip. I...didn't want you to panic, really." But just when he'd finished speaking, the voice of his dark side rang back in his mind.<span style="font-style: italic">Now, Wes! Get past that lot and claim your meal.</span>it cried out.