The final hours of the train surf were turbulent. Even though the scenery was great, the train was riding at an inconsistent speed, past areas where we needed to be vigilant to not get spotted and, unbeknownst to me, Poison's condition was worsening. At the end of the ride, we had no choice, but to walk away from the train just a couple dozen kilometres from our original destination as his sickness was getting worse. Luckily, we stopped right next to a beautiful town and the following day, Poison had all the comforts he needed to recover, while I had enough around in the environment to enjoy a calm day of exploration.