Meanwhile.
In another corner of the galaxy.
'Glug glug glug glug—'
March 7th swam up from the bottom of the water. Finally able to breathe fresh air, she gasped heavily.
"Phew~ I survived!"
"Is anyone there? Anyone?!"
"Yes, yes... Nameless One."
The mixology robot rowed over and extended an oar, poking March 7th on the water's surface.
"Passenger March 7th, please try to climb aboard."
"Okay..."
March 7th nodded, grabbed the oar, and gave it a light tug.
'Splash—'
The little boat immediately capsized, and the mixology robot fell into the water as well.
"...I didn't mean to!" March 7th hurriedly waved her hands in apology.
"Don't worry about it, Passenger March 7th... Your brain cell capacity is plain for all to see. I won't blame you."
"Huh? What did you say?!"
"Cough, cough... Someone come pick me up." Not far away, Welt drifted with the current, unable to quite control his direction.
"I'm sorry, but my boat has already capsized."
Shut Up floated silently on the water, spreading its hands helplessly. "It's hard to imagine the Express would end up like this. Truly cause for celebration..."
"What happened?"
Not far away, Sunday crouched in a large plastic bathtub and rowed over, using a broom as an oar.
"This water..."
"Ah, don't worry about that!" March 7th shouted.
"Hurry up and pull us aboard!"
At March 7th's request, Sunday gripped the broom and shook his head.
"I'm sorry, Miss March 7th, but this is only a bathtub. If I come to pick you up, it will capsize like Shut Up's boat."
"Open the door to the outside of the Express," Welt shouted at Sunday while backstroking. "Drain this water out first."
"Understood."
Sunday nodded and vigorously paddled toward the train door with his broom.
The moment he flung open the