"Go on the train, they said. It's not worth paying for a flight, they said. Not worth paying for a flight my arse... If I have to get one a Locomostar train ONE MORE GOD DAMN TIME, I will STAB somebody." Watt was not the type of person to get angry easily. In fact, he seemed like the kind of person that could be hit with a ton of bricks and still remain calm and composed. However, everyone had limits - and Watt had just reached his. "A fiver for a sandwich. A FIVER. I could have made myself an entire stack of sandwiches for that much money, and they wouldn't be dripping with a liquid I'm not even sure should be in a person's stomach. Watt had not stopped complaining since he'd gotten off of the train. And, to be fair, he did have good reason - the train ride was a rather hellish experience only the truly masochistic would ever want to relive. After witnessing the atrocity that was a Locomostar train ride first hand, Watt was not even sure how the company managed to remain in business, let alone turn a massive profit. Watt only stopped once he was approached by a young man in front of the hotel, dressed in uniform, asking if he could take Watt's bags.