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We're on the amtrak bus between San Jose and San Luis Obispo. Leif was asleep, but woke up when we stopped in Salinas, and is now flirting with the girl behind us.

The guy in front of us looks like Sylar.

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Leif just tickled Sylar.

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I think Sylar is surfing for porn on his Blackberry.

(No, I'm not trying to spy. I caught a glimpse when I bent over to get something out of my bag.)

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We survived our encounter with Sylar, in case you were worrying. I guess we just aren't talented enough to be worthy of his attention :)

(Hmm, I guess that sounds wrong given the last post if you aren't familiar with the show.)

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So we got on the train (the third of the day), and discovered there was one table remaining open. After we sat down and the train got moving, it became obvious why the table directly at the top of the stairs of the cafe car on a Friday night was open.

On the good side, it appears Leif and Beeb are proper college town kids and sleep through drunken revelry. And we still have posession of our brains.

Am I typing coherently? I'm not entirely sure. Been a long day.

I think the conductors may be a bit drunk, too.