Stars passed by the windows as the Astral Express drifted through the cosmos, on the way to its next destination. The Parlor Car was quiet... most of the other passengers were busy in their own cabins. Only Sunday sat on one of the plush couches, journal in hand, seemingly deep in thought. Quiet piano music played from the jukebox in the corner, adding to the scene's peaceful serenity.

In fact, he'd seemed too deep in thought to even notice you walk in.