The numbing air of Herta Space Station only worsened your unconscious state, forming a weaker pulse and heartbeat. Two members of the Astral Express came across your comatose body, performing CPR to remedy your frailty.

A figure approached your body with caution, a pale hand coming to hold your cheek. But before he can press his lips onto yours, his counterpart quickly pushes him away as she gushes about how you've awaken.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his apathetic demeanor perdurable.