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"In future I would prefer if you assumed anything you tell me I will take quite literally. I do not deal in hypothetical non-sense or supernatural simile. I am a doctor and, as mush as it is a stereo type, a German. I do not condone random accusation void of fact and logic."

"Now if you believe the Nazi's are after you, well that I would say is good and logical. They are after a lot of people of late. As for the idea of the fuhrer wanting you personally I can not attest to the likely hood of that, although if true it does give me a giddy thrill to think I could take from the man who took my father. But as for your continued mention of magical goings on, it only leads me to wonder how much of it you believe and there for what sized straight jacket you would take."

"Good sir," Jonathan says. "I do not know how much you have seen, but I have seen this train go back in time like something out of H.G. Wells books, a train conductor and a silly British girl go mad due to some strange posters on doors, a stone that made my head ache simply due to some runes carved into it, a man talk to invisible people in the dining car, AND a man hang himself with his own bullwhip in this train. I MYSELF am wondering if I need to go talk to an alienist."

Jonathan rubs his temples. "Apologies, I haven't had a bit of sleep last night. It's making me neurotic."

German,Sorry about that, child.

"Hmm ... it does seem you have been having an adventure..."

"Suppose for a moment I believed that you had encountered some oddities. I have after all encountered a similar situation with those blasted posters. I wounder whether you would assist me with a delicate situation?"

The little girl yawns and starts to curl up on herself on the couch, struggling to stay awake.

Jonathan sighs. "I'll go get the girl's passport. Would you please take care of the German doctor's belongings? Thank you very much," Jonathan walks out of the compartment.

The little girl looks up at the doctor, as though waiting to see what will happen now.

This Single Cabin has a Pullman-style bed that folds into a comfortable sofa during the day and can be unfolded to reveal a single bed that isn't terribly wide but which has expensive cotton sheets freshly pressed and a roll-like pillow. The bed currently sits as a couch with wavy green-blue upholstery. A sink in a lovely, closing vanity is fitted into the corner and it provides both hot and cold water, as well as containing a little cupboard underneath that provides a glimpse at the porcelain pipes as well as access to additional storage space. There is, naturally, a button that will summon the Cabin Steward as well as an emergency brake pull with a warning beneath that threatens an expensive fine if you are to pull it without good reason. There isn't much room in this compartment, especially with any hand luggage brought onboard, but it is beautiful.

There is a luggage rack containing a suitcase above the bed-sofa and there is an inlaid, fold-out table with a large puzzle-lock box on top which crouches beneath the window and shortly above this table is a little shelf containing a lamp with a red lamp shade, a weighted vase containing a single red flower and a glass ash tray. Spring-loaded roller blinds can be drawn up to view the outside world or to gain more privacy. Half of the window glass can be slid down to allow wind in, odours out or merely to stick one’s head out the window to get a good view of the surrounding countryside rushing past. Between each compartment stands the mosaic-floored cabinet de toilette where passengers may make use of a sink and mirror to wash their faces and apply make-up. This is shared between the two compartments and when one door is opened, the other door locks.

Int x 2 Puzzle-Lock Box and one hour work reveals,an elaborate and expensive tiar and a Nazi SS Officer uniform.

Suitcase,contains a sword-cane, disguise kit, thick coats and three books - Shakespeare's play in English, map book of Europe and a German copy of Grimm's Fairy Tales.

Magdalena Bartenstein has spent the past three hours napping on the strange Parker's bed while Fernand sits on the edge of the bed and ponders his position. At least there's been no one rushing down the corridor demanding his medical assistance which means that for now all may be well. After a few more moments of unspoiled silence, Magdalena awakens with a start and a sob.