(( Dang, this is why I hate being in a different timezone to you guys, there's so much to catch up on!))

While all of that had been going on, Mama Dog had been quite happy just eating the meal that Heather had let her have.
The meat had been delicious, despite how it had looked; she just couldn't think why the human girl had not wanted it.
" Maybe the poor dear wasn't hungry" she thought outloud.

Turning her attention to Iggy, who was still running around; the young woman dog's eyebrows furrowed slightly.
" Iggy, don't run around too much...what if you end up bumping into someone?"

Iggy stopped running, but she began to pout.
" But it's fun..."

" Fun or not, you could end up hurting someone or even get hurt yourself" Mama Dog responded, she knew full well of some of the dangers on the train...one particular one being the train's head chef.

Iggy just sighed and plodded over to where Mama Dog was, in her own mind, she could see nothing wrong with running around on the train; all the other kids were allowed to do as they pleased, but not her.
The four year old found that to be quite annoying.

Mama Dog then turned her attention to their surroundings, just where had everyone else gone?

He took her hand and got to his feet. "It's not over yet," he told her. "We still gotta find that sketchbook." He pulled open her bag and started rooting around in it. "I need a canvas!" he shouted. "Paper! A napkin! Something I can draw on! Quickly!" It was then he pulled out one of the many pencils that he had thrown in there earlier; thank god it still had a point.

The barber remained motionless on the ground, as the damage he had taken still was very recent and hadn't clotted. It was unknown whether he even could heal on his own. For the time being, he would be out cold, at least until a few hours have passed.

( I want him to get up later, when the time is right <u> )

[Right, my first post in here. Deep breath, fingers crossed...]

Sitting up in the further back seats of the train's next carriage, a bored passenger sits glaring out the window, a camera-shutter-like aperture half closed over his single large red eye. He mutters crossly to himself, the grilles on his mouth and torso flickering.
For the moment, he has not yet noticed the passenger who has just entered.

(here we go!)

A young lady enters the train when it makes its next stop, obviously confused as to the various passengers. She takes out her pencil from her hair, opening her sketchbook when she takes her seat. She stares out the window longingly before making her way to the dining car. She needed her food after the day she had. She takes a look at the menu and waits patiently to make her order.

J awoke with a start at a bump in the train. How long had he been asleep for? It didn't really matter he looked around and rubbed his head with a migraine he wondered if there was some place to get something to ease the pain. J stood up and moved to the doorway to the next cabin opening it up slowly and looking around in case someone else wanted to pick a fight.