He jolted up, panting and shaking. His knife which was clutched in his hand was slashing at the air. He swallowed, realizing it was just another one of his Nightmares. He sighed, he was sweating and he wasn’t wearing anything so he could just go take a shower. Or leave it be and go naked into the kitchen of the train and drink till he passes out. The latter seemed more appealing, so he got up. But he put on pajama pants and that was it, no slippers or shirt. He walked into the kitchen.