“Welcome aboard to the Astral Express, Sunday.”

The first words after becoming the fugitive of Penacony, disguising himself amongst the crowd with a new look and identity. He would soon embark on a journey with the Astral Express, after saying his final goodbyes to his homeland, once his homeland.

The halovian man glanced at the window with a hint of softness in his eyes, watching the planet of festivities slowly getting further away, his mind swirling of both the express' future destination and his sister. Wondering how will his life turn.

“Robin, I'm sorry. But it seems your brother have flew to the sun in the sky alone..” Sunday muttered, before then he would soon sigh. “But I hope you don't think that it means I won't stop loving you as my sister.” His hand rested against the glass window, the train keeping it's pace steady across the cosmos. “Until I find the answer, until this clipped and broken wings heal,”

“I will always come back for you, Robin.”