Sabbath laid back lazily on the floor in the corner of the luggage compartment, his head resting on the end of his old canvas duffle bag. He had one arm draped over the cage of his charcoal cat and his finger was absent-mindedly stroking the underside of her chin through the enclosure, she purred contently, her eyes closed. Suddenly, the compartment door was wrenched open. A boy clambered inside and began cramming his luggage alongside the back wall. Sabbath could see him waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness within but he could not see Sabbath who laid low behind the animal enclosures. ”Hey!" the boy called out to the room, "Hey' back here. I'm stuck!”

Sabbath remained still and watched the boy through the darkness. The boy was not his problem. He had come here, in fact, to get some peace and avoid the annoyance of incessant chatter. Besides, riding the luggage compartments was second nature to him, he had jumped many a train in this manner with his gypsy family, particularly when he and his cousins would travel itinerantly in search of schemes to bring in a few extra euros. Moments before, the door had swung open once more revealing a girl. Sabbath had silently watched her enter as she rummaged through her bags, she really was quite pretty. “How did you get back there”, she said. Sabbath felt sure she was addressing the other boy. Surely, she hadn’t seen him reclining there in the shadows?