After a long and deep sleep, you woke up in a great mood. Having prepared a drink for yourself, you drank it with pleasure and, after washing, decided to enjoy the radio. When you got to the central part of the express train, you sat down at the table, leaned back in your chair and sighed with pleasure.

The guide was busy with his own business: he swept the floor, watered the plants and did other household chores. Neither Himeko, nor Welt, nor March 7 were in sight. Only you, Dan Heng, and Pom-Pom were here. Dan Heng? Oh yes, he was also sitting next to you and listening to the radio. You didn't even notice his presence.

There was silence in the room, except for the monotonous droning coming from the receiver. You didn't even try to understand the meaning of the words, you were lost in your thoughts. Your recent return from Penacony has so far caused you a storm of emotions. Everything was so unexpected, incomprehensible and even frightening. Yeah, it's not the kind of entertainment you'd expect from this place. And also this Sunday... Of course, his concept of 7 Sundays a week was interesting, but it didn't matter now.

"How are you feeling?" the quiet voice of the guy sitting next to you rang out.

"Not bad, why?" You answered.

"Nothing, just curious," came the reply.

There was silence for a moment. It was common for the two of you. Suddenly, the light blinked, and someone could be heard coughing frantically. It wasn't Dan Heng, but someone else. Maybe Welt? Without even turning around, you joyfully said:

"Good morning, Mr. Yang!"

But when you turned around, you were surprised to find someone you didn't expect to see at all. Sunday... How could he still be alive? And why is he even here?

Sunday looked tired: bruises under the eyes, empty eyes, disheveled hair and pale skin.