I spend a few moments, contemplating what to do. The bottle stands taunting me. It looks tackily decorated, like someone rolled it over and over in really tiny gold flecks. I want my headache to die, so I want to drink the drink, but I can't trust Tyke now. I must get home to Beech and Ash and mum. I want a second opinion. I grab the small bottle by it's neck and pace through the door down the corridor. I find the mentor slouched over the bar counter, drink in hand. He stinks. My fingers irritate the air around them as I try to think what to do. I slap the mentor on his back to which his reply is a very slow groan. I slap him again and he makes a noise that's half way between a laugh and a groan.

"Hmmm," he says "That feels good."

I draw my hand away both in shock and disgust. I clench my fist.

"Wake up you slob." I bring down my fist into his back, this time so hard it makes my knuckles crunch on impact. He jumps out his slumber and sends his drink flying into the wall behind the bar counter.

"What the hell!"

"Does this cure hangovers?" I shove the bottle only inches away from his head. Tyke enters. The mentor shoots him a quick look then replies.

"Yer," he says "That should cure a hangover, ten minutes tops. Speaking of which can I have some?" The mentor reaches out for the bottle and falls of the bar counter chair. Tyke strides forwards quickly.

"What? You think I'm trying to poison you or something?"

"I don't know what to believe from you." We are face to face and I catch the mentor wriggling his way towards us. When Tyke speaks again I feel his breath is strong and fast.

"Why would I-"

"What happened between you two last night?"the mentor interrupts. He is lying between Tyke and I, by our feet with his arm outstretched upwards towards us. If I wasn't so annoyed I would think the scene to funny.

"Tyke raped me!" I spit into Tyke's face

"She came onto me-"

"I was drunk-"

"How exactly were you drunk?"

"I drunk some liquid I found over there. I thought it was water."

"Why would there be a bottle of unlabelled water amongst a selection of alcoholic drinks?"

"I don't know! I was tired!"

"WAIT!" The mentor chuckles and bites his hand before continuing to speak "You saying you drunk imported double strength vodka, thinking it was water."

"Yes." I reply. He bursts into fits of laughter and rolls onto his arm- laughing into the ground. I leave him there and throw the hangover cure down the back of my throat then shove the bottle into Tyke's chest.

"I'm going to breakfast."

When I reach the dinning car, all the tables are pushed to the sides and covered with plates of strange and worrying items. Thankfully the breakfast is self-serviced otherwise I would be in for a rather awkward morning- well, more awkward. Loaves of bread are found on a silver platter with a knife by the side. I pick up a loaf of bread and some crystallised elderflower. I eat the elderflower on the way to a cushiony seat in the corner of the room; perfect. I sit down and bring up my legs so my feet are perched on the edge of the seat, then I begin to pick at the bread. Birdie enters

"Where's everyone else?" She asks

"Who?" I act innocently

"Tyke Leaf and Rosster."

"You mean the mentor? He's in the bar car with Tyke," she struts past my chair and I grab her arm "I must warn you. Rossi is a tad on the drunk side."

Her lips purse lightly and she straightens. I smile slightly to myself and continue to eat my loaf.

After I finish my loaf, the train reaches a large, beautiful city. Everyone seems to be caught up in the bar car so I'm all alone with the Avox girl. Everything in the city is desperately fantastical. Skyscrapers scream power. Streets scream luxury. Buildings scream grand architecture achievements. I never thought I would see such amazing beauty and just to clarify I turn to the Avox girl to ask:

"Is this the Capitol?"

She nods.