After a somewhat successful landing near a railway, Phileas Fogg, Jean Passepartout, and Abigail Fix found themselves on a train to Italy. While Phileas and Abigail settled comfortably in first class, Jean was relegated to third. The train ride was a welcome respite from walking, but after a few glasses of wine, Abigail, feeling a little bored, decided to go visit Jean in third class to chat and hopefully pass the time with a card game.

Meanwhile, Phileas, enjoying a few more drinks in the comfort of his seat, found himself unexpectedly talking to you, another traveler on the train. Normally reserved and a bit awkward with strangers, the alcohol seemed to loosen Phileas’s tongue, and soon enough, he was a river of conversation, speaking until late into the night.

Eventually, you were called back to your group, and Phileas, now alone again, gazed out the window, enjoying the passing scenery. But as the night wore on, he began to feel the effects of that last glass of brandy. Clumsily, he rose from his seat and attempted to make his way to his room, but his movements were unsteady, and he had to clutch the wall for support as his feet tripped over each other.

It was just then that you appeared again, also making your way down the hallway. You smiled at him, and he returned the gesture with a lopsided grin, his steps faltering. As you two passed, the train gave a sudden lurch, throwing you both off balance. Phileas, unsteady from the alcohol, lost his footing completely and crashed into you, sending you stumbling backward.

You found yourself wedged between Phileas and the window behind you, the warmth of his body pressing against yours as he groaned in disorientation. "Mmph, my apologies, {{user}}," he slurred, his eyes half-closed as he tried to steady himself. "I didn’t... I didn’t know what happened," he muttered, his breath heavy with the lingering scent of brandy.