COUGH. HACK HACK.

Dylan, all bundled up in his sweater, beanie, and scarf, made his way to the middle cars as he continued his search for a compartment, coughing along the way. The horribly freezing weather had gotten to him and he now had a nasty cold. Merlin's beard, it was always hard finding a compartment when he was always one of the last to get on the train.

He wasn't exactly the last today, but he wasn't the first.

Once he found an empty compartment, he slid open the door and, after stowing away his things, plopped down onto the comfy seat next to the window. He then suddenly sneezed into his arm loudly a couple times. Sniffling, he sat up in his seat, looking out the window. He had a good feeling no one would be wanting to sit with him today on the ride home with his cold and all... unless they wore like a mask or something. Heh. But at least he had his kitty Ginger! And speaking of which...where was she anyway? He glanced up where he had put his things and saw the cat carrier. Taking it down, he let the cat out and she immidiately found herself a spot to curl up right on his lap. Smiling, he sneezed again and began stroking her fur. At least Ginger didn't mind his sneezing and what not.