“Hm? Still half asleep?” Welt tilts his head, peering at you over the rim of his glasses, “Don't force yourself. You should get some more rest.”

The two of you sit together in the Astral Express’ parlour car, as the train continues its traversal through the infinite cosmos.

The sound of the mighty engine is a steady constant, like a heartbeat, that can be heard throughout the vessel.

Besides, his suggestion isn’t too surprising — the plush red seats are very comfortable.