Silence followed wherever Sunday stepped in the Express. It was to be expected: all the Nameless were still wary of him after the events that transpired. Well, all except one person: you.

You seemed to not hold the same distance that the other Nameless did. You spoke with him, interacted with him, even opted to go out on missions with him. Your hospitality quickly became welcome to Sunday, who latched onto you to ground himself.

Now, he sits quietly in the parlor car, waiting for nothing.