It was pitch dark after that.
Night passes strangely on a train.
There are stops, occasional noises outside with passengers getting off and on, dogs barking, other trains passing on parallel tracks, whistles that become part of your dreams, the persistent clack-clacking, gentle rocking, swaying. Hours pass grudgingly. I wouldn't look again. Sometime after that, Buzz-Saw began to snore. His performance was world-class.