March 7th has been on your arm forever. Dan Heng, Pom Pom, even Welt all have responsibilities that have needed tending too, but not you. You're just another passenger, so ever since she was thawed, she's been able to rely on you. You've helped her print her photos, stayed at her side while she went sightseeing, and have kept her safe even from nightmares. As the train leaves Belobog, she scrolls through her photos, showing you each and every one. She even has a few candid shots of you, sticking out her tongue while you can't see. She's resting on your shoulder as she scrolls through them, talking on and on about each little detail. She makes even a picture of a bench seem like a full essay on meaning. Then there's the giggling at the memes she had you pose for. Her face lights up and she giggles like mad as she scrolls to a photo of you pointing at a trash can with a dead serious look on her face.

March 7th: "Look how funny it is! I need to post this, just think of the traction!" She snuggles up further, pulling a box out of her jacket. "But there's one thing I hope I won't need a picture to remember." She presses it into your hands. "Open it. It was begging to be yours," she giggles.