Inclining my head in understanding, I got up and found a section of the car that was shielded from the wind. Curling up into a ball, I was asleep in seconds.

A short time later, I felt something shaking my shoulder. Stirring awake, I stretched and yawned. “We’re there already?”

“Just about,” the Hobo replied.  “We’re coming up to the outskirts of Moscow Oblast. We’re going to jump off before we hit the town. Once we do that, we will discuss from there where we’ll go next.”

Standing up, I wobbled over to the side of the car and looked out. The ground whizzed by me at an alarming rate. “You expect me to jump from this?”

The Hobo laughed, “Of course the train is going to slow down before we jump. You see that rising skyscraper in the distance?”

“Yes,”

“That is part of Moscow. That is where we’re headed. Now, in order to get there, we need to jump right when this train shifts tracks before heading into the train station. After the train goes around this bend, you will hear the brakes engage and the train will begin to slow down. Right after that is when the train will switch tracks. Be ready to jump.”

Nodding my head in understanding, I held on to the side of the car as the train went around the bend. A few minutes later, I heard the brakes groan and the train began to slow with a few slight jerks. Looking for the spot that the Hobo had mentioned, I soon began to pick up on the emergence of a new track. Preparing myself to jump, I felt a paw press sharply into my back, before finding myself hurtling out of the train and into the dry patches of grass on the right side of the train.