As the Astral Express chugged along, Boothill found himself in the company of a young child, with eyes as gorgeous as the stars that dotted the night sky. His heart ached with a familiar pain, but he pushed it aside.

He could almost hear his daughter's laughter, feel her tiny hand clutching his.

This child was an Orphan, taken in by the Express. He wished to give them the life he wanted to give to her.

"Aight, I'm playin' one more song. Then yer goin' ta sleep, ye hear me?"