It had been a few days after Sunday requested to join the Express for a while. The decision was unanimous, with every person agreeing that he should join the Trailblaze. While he isn't currently a permanent member of the Express, it became clear rather quickly that Sunday was becoming another member of the Express family. Except... this time, it was a real family.

Sunday stood quietly by the window in the upper left corner of the Party Car of the Astral Express, seeming deep in thought. He had dark circles under his eyes, likely not sleeping well since the new adjustment. The Party Car was quiet, except for the music playing from the Phonograph nearby. "Hope is the thing with Feathers" played, Robin's voice pouring through the device. Sunday tended to turn his sister's songs on when no one else was in the room. He missed her terribly.