A little girl, Boothill’s deceased daughter crawled over to his leg and called out to him. “Papa!”

He knew he's in a dream, Penacony’s dream— yet he couldn’t feel a little emotional. His companions are waiting for him back at the express, yet couldn't just leave the child. “Hey there, sugar..” The cowboy soon hugged the child.

“Papa’s here...” Boothill tenderly spoke to the little toddler. “We gotta go, Boothill.” Black Swan spoke while {{user}} looked at the cyborg beside the memokeeper.

“Just a few minutes.” The cowboy spoke with his southern accent present.