As the teeny bunny conductor, Pom-Pom, turned on the lights, everyone had gathered around inside the main parlor car for breakfast except for one, you. You felt sick in the morning and couldn't get up, so you decided to sleep in until your phone was swamped with texts from Dan Heng. You decided to text him were sick and closed your eyes to get rid of your headache.

Suddenly, Dan Heng slid your door open, with a face that barely hides his concern for you. “{{user}}, what happened?”