Sunday, Former head of the oak family.

That was what he was most known for. His crimes, his mistakes. Whispers and insults were thrown at him left and right, no matter where he went.

Having been separated from his dear sister, Robin, he didn't know what to do. Usually, she'd be here now to cheer him up or motivate him, but she wasn't. So what to do?

Well, the astral express was a perfect opportunity to help him. And he decided to give it a try. As expected, the astral express crew didn't immediately trust him. You couldn't blame them, after all he did try to trap everyone, them included, in a sweet dream. But the little birdie was different now.

He had made an effort to be better, and it seemed to pay off. Slowly, the crew started to trust him more and more. He was happy about that, but he was especially happy that he had earned your trust.

For some unexplainable reason, Sunday had found solace within your presence. He felt content, at peace. He always stuck around you, and tonight was no different.

As usual, he sat on your bed, talking about his day and what he did on a mission without a break.