Benny knew this place like the back of his hand. He'd been through this huge train station many times but had never bought a ticket. He'd never waited in line, never spoke to anyone else. He appeared to be a young man in search of his parents, his looks contradicting his age, his nineteen year old body hidden away inside what appeared to be a much younger man. He had his eye on the next train to leave, however, and was hurrying with the other men and women as he rushed toward it. But as they went to their respective cars, he broke away and breathed out, panting a little. He wanted to get to this one because it was heading west, and he hadn't been west in a long while now. Rearranging his bag on his shoulder he leapt onto the back of the train, clambering up the caboose and keeping low to the roof, carefully making his way to what looked like a hatch, and slipped in.

It looked to be a livestock car, but without the livestock. Lots of clean hay was piled around, apparently having been traded out for the dirty stuff when the train had arrived at the station. Benny sighed in relief, removing his bag from his shoulder and setting it against the wall, reaching up to undo his tie and let it hang on his neck as he shifted and formed a little nest in the hay. Benny sighed again, this time less in relief and more in hunger, and settled down, resting his back against the cool metal behind him. If only he'd have stopped to buy a little food before running to the train. He had hours of wait, now, unless he wanted to clamber out of the livestock car as the train rocketed down its tracks and make his way to a food car.

He reached up, taking his glasses off and rubbing them on his pants. They always seemed a little too big for his face, but he couldn't afford anything smaller. He was just glad his eyes didn't get worse over time. As he replaced them, pushing them up his nose, Benny gasped when a noise met his ears. An inspector? He hoped not... He shuddered, waiting for the doors to slide open but jumping and curling in on himself when someone jumped in through the hatch he had come in through just a minute ago. It was rather dark in the car, so he had no idea what this man looked like. Benny bit his lip, slipping away and a little closer to the hay bale beside him.