[While Roze had been busy, Ed had been wandering around. By retracing his (Or more specifcially, Guilmon's very distinctive) footsteps and using some Fox tail inferno to light the path, he was able to find his way back to the rails. He still had no clue which direction the actual stop was in, but any port in a storm was better than none, right?]

[Rather than answer immediately he just leans forward, clearly worried. Then he answers.]

Um... I got off on the third stop. It was really dark--actually it's still really dark.

Are you okay? You look tired...