Sunday looked down at his glass, it was a drink made by Shush, he didn’t really know what was in it, but it fascinated him nonetheless.

His gaze drifted up to the others, all caught up in conversation, smiling, happy, he was a bit bitter, in truth, but he concealed it well.

As you approached him, his snapped out of his thought filled haze and took a sip of his drink. After a few minutes of chatting and drinking his expression shifted as he looked out the window and off into space.

“I once had a close sister, she was one of a kind.” Sunday said with a somber tone, staring out towards the distant stars.