Alright no more mushy feely heart-palpitating homosexual behavior.

There’s a cat on the loose.

He decides to go do a deeper check on the wagons, perhaps his little furball fell asleep somewhere!

At the entrance he sees some things that have fallen over and a slight amount of orange cat hair. Mighty suspicious.

He quickly rearranges the forgotten napkins and continues.

He smells something.

There’s an empty glass on one of the tables, it has an interesting smell. He can’t quite place it but he’s sure he knows that smell. Maybe from another case…?

There’s no liquid left, so he can’t test-taste it. Bummer. But it is a very faint smell…

The one time his heightened senses are useful, and he can’t remember.

Although he has a vague idea.

Hopefully it’s nothing bad. Hopefully nothing bad happened. Hopefully.

(…The feeling that something bad is going to happen…)

(No, no. No more horror movie quotes. This is not the time to make myself spooked for no reason)

Even if the oppressive feeling of the dark makes him feel otherwise.

He has dealt well with this. If he can’t see anyone, they can’t see him either. Darkness is a friend.

Except when Vivi is at home, then he leaves at the nightlights and the TV on, no matter the electricity bill.

Now that he things about it, this train would be a fantastic set for a horror movie, perhaps Nadia could-WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT

DID YOU SEE THAT SHIT?! WHAT WAS THAT?!

(…Am I… seeing things…?)

(No, no! No more of this! I am a professional! Not a scared bunny who will call Ángel at the slightest spooky trick of the light!)

(I am a man on a mission. An expert on both the natural and supernatural. I should be fearless by now!)

(No ghost, or man, or ghost man has been able to defeat me, and this will not be the day it does!)

He marches to the dinner wagon

“I! AM NOT! SCARED! I! AM NOT A-! ”

He finds yet another small mess made by Firefox that he ignored last time for the bigger mess, but looking at it closely he sees…

A photograph?

Must be Vivi’s, unless any of the new guys are into analog cameras.

It’s blurry, by the colour palette it might be a picture from inside this train. Except for one little detail.

In between the blurriness, he sees a small bit of blue. A shade he has seen before.

…

He should ask Vivi tomorrow.

He arrives at his room, maybe Mozilla came back on his own?

But it’s just as empty as he left it, plus the signs of Ángel getting dressed.

As he leaves, he notices a few things.

His door feels… like it didn’t close properly. Could it be faulty? But it closed just fine before?

Secondly, it seems other doors are open too.

Nina and Mari’s room is slightly open, the lights are off. Are they just sleeping with the door opened?

Their new friends’ doors are slightly open as well. Odd, maybe Seba still hasn’t come back?

He won’t open them, of course. That’d be rude and creepy. Creppy, even.

What he does do is a slight pspspsps noise, to see if Firefox is inside any door.

He’s pretty sure he hears some sort of movement in the bathrooms when a familiar face comes over to him.

“Detective! Detective!”

“There’s a murderer on the train!”