It was really quite comical. I was sound asleep despite the constant shifting movement of the train when all of a sudden there was a loud banging on the door of my berth. It took me a moment to get my bearings. Where was I again? Oh yes, somewhere en route to Thunder Cape.
The desk had been set up in anticipation of this moment. The mahogany gleamed with a rich dark hue, having been lovingly oiled and polished ‘til the grains no longer were like rivulets in the sand, now smooth to the touch.