I'm surprised we're not moving off immediately, following Ande as he makes his way to the sleeping car. He gestures for me to join him, Beckett and the dog at my side. I hadn't noticed they came with me. I feel the glares and stares of Ande's people, but he ignores them, dishing out three big bowls of stew for us before filling a fourth for the dog, offering his glossy fur a gentle pat as Ande sits to eat.

"Have to w-w-wait for daylight," he says as if knowing exactly the ...