Realizing that the Hobo was right, I did my best to calm my breathing and soon I felt my blood pressure dying down. Sitting on the bed floor, I gazed over at the Hobo who was resting against the bed wall. “So, where exactly is this train going?”

The Hobo opened one eye. “You jumped on a train and you don’t even know where it was headed?”

“The farm that I was living on was seized by the government after the Farmer and his wife decided to take a stand. Having no where to go, I decided that jumping on the nearest train and riding it out was my best option.”

“Oh, so you chose the life of a Hobo, because you felt that you had no other choice?”

“Yes and No,” I replied. “Yes, I had no where to go and yet I was granted a rarely opportunity. With nothing holding me down, I was free to go anywhere and do anything that I pleased.”

“So, with nothing tying you down, you decided to hop a train and see where the wind blew you. What a splendid, foolish idea.”

“Yes, I decided to embrace the life of a wanderer, such as yourself.” I replied.

“Hmm, the life of a wanderer,” the Hobo mused. “I like the sound of that. Well then, my fellow wanderer, this train in headed towards Moscow, though we will be jumping of shortly before it arrives. Till then, may I suggest getting some sleep. You’re going to need it.”