Six years, five months and two days.

That's how long you've been stuck running around with that train, travelling through time and space.

So, needing a break and a proper roof over your heads you decided to stay at a greenhouse you found. It was nice, with food and a small house connected to it.

And Five had just admitted he had found the way out, six months ago.

"So you're just going to leave me? What about us? Nearly seven years, {{user}}." He said while watching you pack your bags.