21) Dr. Creep was not answering. I was still confused as to the meaning of my stay in Ushuaia. Don't give me that 'maybe it wasn't to have meaning' bull. Nothing the Doctor does is without great planning so as to maximize meaning.... Sigh. I've had this pointless argument with contrary bits of my brain for as far back as my Great Accident 14 years ago. Since then I've wandered hillsides dodging snakes and beasts, ascended the higher flanks of mountains until I could no longer breath, I've fallen into rivers, some cold, some boulder strewn, some both. It has gone on and on. Rarely have I ever penetrated the Doctor's design. What I do know is that I am alive, and I will be tomorrow, and the day after that.

I found a train. So, further North. Go. I hide near the rail, I brush away the footsteps behind me, I hide in the train.
I hide well enough to sleep.