"You shouldn't sleep anymore, or else you will miss your station," the T. C's voice reached his ears.
"Oh." Jax replied, with a pair of still unfocused eyes.
But in the next second, Jax realized that the sun was already high on the horizon and that it was barely morning anymore.
He quickly rearranged his thoughts and thanked the officer. He then got ready to get down from the train in the next station.
What time is it?
He didn't know exactly but his stomach started protesting, for it wasn't filled with even water for God knows how long.
He should be able to afford a decent meal with the remaining money he had with him.
Or should he freshen up first?
How should he find a public sauna here?
It was a pity, he didn't have enough money to buy a new set of clothes. These prison clothes would land him in trouble today or tomorrow…
