It's cold, cold as winter in Michigan, but Rat hasn't had time to prepare since he's been thrust into it unexpectedly. He cannot, in fact, remember how he got here. He's partly afraid he must be a stowaway, because there's something very glamorous about the rooms he sees through the windows on deck and it looks like the kind of place he's never belonged to.
Plagued by worry, he wraps his ragged coat tighter and ambles along the dark outer deck, until he nearly walks into somebody else along the railing. "Sorry!"