You left the guard and headed to your own cabin. You'd let him keep searching for the missing keys on his own. You had a thought to follow up on. You didn't want to make too much of a disturbance, but you needed to escape this time loop. And hopefully prevent Robert from dying. You grabbed your paint supplies and got to work making as realistic a copy of your own eyes as possible. For only having an hour to spend painting, it was quite good if you said so yourself. And you could feel it working, you knew you could blink open those eyes on the paper and look through them.
You crossed over to the luggage car and slid the paper under the door. You took a moment to make sure it was where you wanted it, and blinked.
Your new eyes opened. You looked through the luggage car, unbothered by the dim lighting. You could see better than your regular eyes, in fact. You can see the chains and ropes securing the luggage against the rumbling of the train as it travels, and the large side door that would slide open to let it be unloaded. This isn't a space meant to be in while the train is moving. It's not set for comfort, and would be difficult to move through with all the luggage in there. You can however see that there is another door at the end of the luggage car, possibly to the outside, or to a caboose.
You close your painted eyes and step away from the wall checking the time. Half an hour to midnight. You had to prepare for reality to tear open. You didn't have time for anything complicated, but you could sit in your cabin, redo the protections from last time, and not look.
You felt reality begin to twist around you. It's tempting to look out the window and measure how close it is, but you know better than that. You hold yourself steadfast as everything tears, turning to paper far more fragile than it should be, and twisting-
You jolted. You could feel your head aching once more. Robert sat across from you in the dining car. The clock struck seven just as the waitress working the diner car accidentally knocked over a glass and hurriedly picked it up. Robert frowns uneasily as he glances about the dining car.
Sanity Roll
DC: 14
Roll: 6
Loss: 2(-1)
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