Day Six In Europe

Had I found my passport a week ago, I would have been traveling through Europe with my roommate James. I have written a daily log about the trip I would have had. This is what would have happened on the sixth day of our trip.
We took the train back to Nice, which lasted half the day, and spent our final hours wandering Nice. Nothing of interest really occured in Nice. However, a moment worth noting did transpire aboard the train. This story might not be as interesting to you because you were not there to experience it (however, I wasn't either).
While James was sleeping, I decided to wander the train. I wanted to see the compartment rooms (like in James Bond and Harry Potter movies). I made my way through the dining car and into the area I was searching for. As I was going by a few of them, I noticed one had its door open. I peeked in as I strolled by and noticed no one in the room. I took a step inside and looked for any luggage. I didn't see any signs of a person occupying the room. I decided to get the feel of the room by sitting and looking out the window for a few minutes. That wouldn't hurt anyone, would it?
Little did I know it was time to check the tickets for this car's passengers. After about five minutes of dreaming I was a local European traveling by train in the early 20th century I was alarmed to hear a knock on the door and a word sounding like "billet." I opened the door to find a ticket checker holding a clipboard with a list of names. He asked something in French with the "billet" word in it. I tried to tell him I didn't speak French. I went to my basic French learning, which is from foreign films and other movies, and said, "Parlez-vous Ingles?"
I don't know the correct word for English in French. I only know the Spanish word for English. This is why I think it took him longer than usual to come back with a very snooty "NO." So what do I do now? I said, "I don't know what you are saying then." And he said something in French. Again I said, "I don't know what you are saying."
He then proceeded to show me the stub of a ticket. I then put it all together. I said, "Oh ticket, I have one of those." I searched my pockets for my ticket. Sadly, I realized I had left it in my bag in my seat. I tried to explain that I didn't belong in the compartment, and my ticket was in my bag.
This is probably how he heard the conversation. "Blah blah blah. Blah ticket blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah." I did use the correct word for "ticket" only because he said it about fifteen times trying to find mine. Well, he ended up calling for security on his walkie talkie and about two minutes later a very small moustached man with a stick and mace can showed up.
I started to worry. If this guy didn't speak English I would have some problems. I tried my Franish again. "Parlez-vous Ingles?" I was so happy to hear the response, "You Americans butcher every language you attempt." "You do speak English," was all I could respond with.
I then told him my story and he escorted me back to my chair. He then told me why people in my car don't go to other cars. I told him I would be still and read a book.
After that, the rest of the day was pretty quiet. I have enjoyed my fake trip and can't wait to really go to Europe someday. Although, I don't know if a real trip would be quite as fun as the one I have made up.