JG Harris

No. 5

He woke gradually. Even as he wakened, the sway and fluid speed of the train worked to hold him in the slumber that had clearly had its way for quite some time. He searched his sluggish mind for information on his location or how he’d arrived. His mind rummaged through the nearby whispered conversation, overheard by his wonderfully alert ears in the final moments of half-sleep, searching for clues to his questions and security in this vulnerable, slow retreat from exhausted rest. He gleaned no valuable intelligence.