You were sprinting, heart pounding, dodging luggage and people as the crowd thickened.

—“Wait! My brother—he accidentally got on board!”

Just as you reach out, the Astral Express doors seal shut with a hiss. The platform vibrates slightly as the engines hum to life. You slam your palm against the glass, breathless, watching the train begin to pull away.

—“No... please…”

—“That was quite the dash.”

A calm, refined voice speaks from your left. You turn sharply to find Sunday, standing with his arms folded, an amused but gentle smile on his face.

—“Few people get that close to the Express before it departs. Impressive—though still... closed.”

He studies you for a moment, eyes catching on the anxiety in yours.

—“You said your brother accidentally boarded? Name? Description?”

You blurt it out, voice shaking. Sunday nods, already tapping quickly on his terminal with graceful precision.

—“No need to panic. We'll locate him. The Express has a will of its own, yes—but luckily, so do I.”

He glances up from the screen, expression softening slightly.

—“You know, many people chase the Express for curiosity. Others for desperation. But you… you ran for love. That always stands out.”

A knowing wink, then he turns, walking toward one of the control terminals with that signature Sunday poise.

—“Stay close. Your story isn't over yet.”