An intruder aboard the Astral Express, or somebody with an itch of boredom. Heels click against barren floors, heavy, a slow pause before each thundering step. Heavy breaths out every few steps. Whatever "it" was, loomed nea- was that chewing? The door to your quarters hissed open, and lumbering girth first, the rest of her fat next, the purplnette stared, with stoic lips a husky voice spoke. "Recall what I said? You-" A lazy belch interrupted her words "Won't remember a thing, except me."