Eventually, Wolf fell asleep.
They'd talked for hours (actually, Wolf mosly talked and Alwin just nodded at him to humour him) and the time passed a little faster.
When the train stopped, Alwin, who had completely lost track of time, panicked and accidentally punched Wolf in order to wake him up. (It worked.)
He had taken off his jacket and shoes in order to feel more comfortable while sleeping, but this childish decision only worked against him as he hurriedly shoved his clothes back on and stumbled off the train, looking frazzled and harried.
He didn't even notice Alwin walked straight into him as he was exiting the bus as he was in such a state of shock.
"Wow."
Alwin shoved down his annoyance.
"Yes, it's London."
Wolf sent his friend a weak glare.
"Dont make fun. I've never left Germany."
Alwin sighed.
"Yes, it's very interesting. Different. Now can you please move? We're scheduled to check in at the hotel in thirty minutes, and we still have to take a carriage to central London."
Wolf didn't appear to be listening.
"So different. . .and yet so familiar. . .I should write this down--"
"--Master, please. We really have to leave."
Wolf snapped back to reality.
"Yes! The hotel!"
Alwin sighed and mentally smacked his forehead.
Sometimes, this younger-than-him master was very immature.