A piece of what action? I'm a little out of the loop when it comes to whatever's going on here, man. All's I know is I barely clung onto some Nightmare Horse, barely made it onto this train, some weird, creepy ass lady tried to tell me what this was all about and where I was at all while shoving these--boxes?--into my hands. Come to find out they're dreamboxes, like I was supposed to know! And even more awesome?

[ Can you taste the sarcasm yet, Saul? ]

Get this--there's like fuckin' drug dogs all around the train. But not like the ones we're used to--no--these fuckers sniff out dream contraband.

[ Now that he's gotten all of that out of his system: ]

I'm in this second-class cabin uh...hang on...

[ Jesse cautiously pulls the door open so he can peer up and down the corridor. Once he's satisfied nobody's around, he checks the back of the door for a cabin number.]

Two-oh-eight.