In the city - in any city, Train sleeps like a proverbial log (or a cat, really): it takes either the smell of breakfast or a good old-fashioned splash of water to wake him up (yowling, if there's water involved, sighing, if there isn't).

Sven thinks it's a good thing, usually. Annoying, yes, on occasion, but what's any partnership without a few quirks and eccentricities that come with the package?

Out in the country, Train rests less easily, complaining about sounds and creaks and noises Sven barely notices are there. A cat thing, he supposes, or possibly a Train thing.