The train journey went well, I slept more than expected and had good company in the form of the incredibly well informed Moroccan who was sitting next to me. I felt like I had my own tour guide, I was contemplating a tip he was that good.
The train pulled into Union Station in rainy Chicago at 11am. I made my way to the hostel immediately as I was tired and the less I lugged my suitcase around the better.
Once settled I fell asleep and didn't wake up until 4pm, so I obviously didn't sleep as well as I originally thought on the train. I then decided to save the attractions for tomorrow so just went out for a Chicago pizza before relaxing the evening away.