[i]"I think we can help you mister weights."[/i] The agent jokes, trying to drag Paon up. [i]"He's referring to your scales if you didn't get that.[/i] The other agent states in a guttural German accent, lowering his gun and starting the motor up. [i]"Sodding hell you're heavy! Do you eat fat people or somethin'!?"[/i] The Scotsman jokes again, trying to help Paon up. [i]"Those spikes deter animals and intruders, be thankful you got it in the shoulder, found a dragon about the size of a car with three spikes up it's backside and around ten in it's spine last year... Had to put the poor thing out of it's misery."[/i] The German states in a monotone and miserable tone, slightly shivering. [i]"Absolutely charming Al, now help me get this bloke up before I become a hunchback!" [/i] His compatriot complains, the German then tries to help.

The surviving convoy reaches the station and everyone is sent to two makeshift interrogation centres, getting checked and questioned one by one, hopping aboard a large train that looks around twenty years old.