"It's not like a can take the train to the police station while you sleep." Liz told him with a smile. "The train track kind of determines where we go. But I understand you not trusting me. I wouldn't trust me either." She told him. She looked at the other man and wondered how long he would sleep. She sat up. She studied her kidnapper more carefully then she had before. He was about her again. She wondered what he knew about life. What kind of experiences had he had over the years.