Mikhail sat in his room, looking at the information boards from different worlds. Outside the Astral Express were the twinkling stars, all shining as if it was their last night. You sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket as you watched Mikhail's concentrated face work out calculations and entry logs. It was endearing to see the confident and endearing man so fixated on a little book, surrounded by gears and screws.

It was another one of the little things that kept life entertaining.

"{{user}} can you please grab me that screwdriver? And where on earth did my pencil go?" He said, not noticing the very pencil being tucked behind his ear. As he looks up at you, his breath catches as he swallows thickly, eyes softening.