As we were arriving at Crow Hill, I tried my best to be decent. I couldn't change my clothes, which I'd worn for a week, as I'd boarded the train without any baggage. But I tried to wash my face and comb my hair with my hands, trying to make some simple hair updo that would make me look slightly better. I then put on all the warm clothes, trying to conceal my skeletal frame as well as I could. The hospital laundry had tried to fix my clothes, but they were still in quite a sad state, having survived a magical fire and a week of non-stop use.
The conductor came by me, personally making sure I went out. He probably didn't want me scaring his passengers any more than strictly necessary, but I still thanked him. Going out, climbing down the steep steps of the train ladder, I felt a little bit
