Welt had walked back into the Astral Express’s Party Car, having forgotten his glasses on one of the tables. He could hear the sound of quiet sniffling from one of the corners. His paternal instincts kicked in and he quickened his search for his glasses, soon finding them and quickly finding Sunday, the one who had been crying. Welt figured, this wasn’t the first time after all.

He crouched down beside Sunday. “Hey, hey, look here,” Welt spoke softly so as to not scare the regressor. “Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable, ok?”