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    "Do you not put things in alphabetical order?" Sunday asks weakly, watching as March tears open a box and leaves it at her feet on the floor. His wings twitch anxiously. "Wouldn't that make it easier to find?"

    "Oh, Sunday," March laughs, reaching out to swat his arm playfully. "Around here, we just remember where things are. There's no need for any complex systems at all."

    "It might be a good idea," Himeko muses, pinching her chin thoughtfully as she gazes up at the shelves. "Well… we've already started. Nobody's ever had a problem with it before, anyway."

    Sunday bites the inside of his cheek and swallows blood.

    After destroying his own life and leaving everything behind to travel with the Astral Express, Sunday finds himself slipping into old habits.

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    Something is wrong.

    Sunday can tell as much from the moment he wakes up, eyes fluttering open to the soft light the Express uses to mimic morning. It's a sight he’s grown accustomed to, yet today it leaves him with a knot in his throat, with clammy palms sticking to his bedsheets. It is when he draws his first breath of the day, only to find it uneven, that an inkling of something sinks into his bones.

    He’s sick, he realizes, and with it comes the fluttering of his heart in his chest, abnormal and abrupt. A rhythm disrupted. 

    Or: Sunday gets sick, but decides to hide it, not wanting to ruin the crew's plans to go to a karaoke joint. This, of course, blows up in his face.

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    Sunday is trying to adapt to life on the Astral Express, but he doesn't have an easy time of it.

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    After joining the Astral Express, Sunday feels more compelled than ever to manage his mental illnesses and prove himself a better man than he'd once been. However, when he attends a party just for him, he makes a mistake and spirals. The only person there for him is the man he assumes hates him: Aventurine.

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    The cruelest thing about the Nameless was that they made it so easy to pretend that Sunday belonged. They fed that greedy, stupid, childish thing that cried out from within him, tossing enough scraps of amity for him to piece them together into something that felt like home. The curtains only closed when Sunday lay awake at night and stared at the ceiling of the bedroom that wasn’t really his, and he remembered that it started like this and could only end like this: with him, alone in the dark.

    Sunday is found by the Astral Express Crew after fleeing Penacony. He accepts their offer to join, and realizes that

    a. fitting into this tight-knit group is likely impossible
    b. trouble finds the Trailblazers no matter where they go.

    or, the chronicle of the Astral Express trying, failing, and trying again to fit Sunday into their family.

    Russian translation (courtesy of the lovely K_A_M_A) can be found here!

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