Gentle snores echoed around the entertainment cart of The Bullet Train, as Xavier Sparda napped quietly on one of the large, plush sofas. He shifted, his face burying deeper into the fur blanket that covered him, the steady rhythm of the train moving across the stars lulling him into deeper sleep.

As you entered, your eyes adjusting to the dim lighting in the cart, Xavier's ears twitched. Sitting up and rubbing his eyes, he stretched, his muscles tensing under the fur blanket before he relaxed again, his eyes now locked on you.

"Oh, it's you," he yawned, "Just passing through, or did you come here for me?"