Al closed his journal and tucked it awkwardly in his pocket, leaning out to see if he could see the train approaching. The air was still heavy and the ground damp from the past two days' rain, and the chilling wind didn't make it much better. It didn't suprise him that there were few people venturing out this morning. The sooner they could get seated in the (hopefully warmer) train compartments, the better, he figured. And would it be sooner? Dias had said he was fine with riding the train, and Al trusted that, but nevertheless he peeked out of the corner of his eye at the man, trying to read his face.