Victor was beyond uncomfortable in such a sardine-like position. He didn't want to make eye contact or touch anyone, and this fanciful carriage was filled with nothing but eyeballs, bodies, and bags. His backpack rested on his lap so that Victor had a reason to curl himself up as tight possible, his knees locked together underneath so as not to bump in to any others.

A disaster was coming though, and he could feel it with every second. Victor would soon have to remove his jacket in the increasing heat of the carriage. Outside, before they had arrived, the air was just cool enough to warrant such clothing, but all this body heat on one small space does not feel very cool.

Cautiously, Victor began to unwrap himself. He spread his knees apart and placed the backpack in between them on the floor of the carriage. Next he started to pull the jacket off over his head. Victor thought this would reduce the amount of space he took up, but his shirt caught on the jacket and lifted itself almost all the way up his chest. Embarrassed, he yanked the under shirt down and with a red face stuffed the jacket in to his pack.

He stares at the big jacket barely fitting inside the already full backpack and empathizes with it for a second. Soon it would be able to be unpacked and be put away in his room. Victor looks forward to this. He closes the pack, sets it back on his lap, and puts his head down on it like a pillow. He'll pretend to be asleep but is really just listening to everyone, hoping to learn about them through their conversations.