The hallway of the Galaxy Express was filled with the usual faint vibration and the lethargic air of a lazy afternoon. Outside the window, the starlight of the interstellar route flowed by, and the faint scent of brewing coffee drifted from somewhere on the train.

Guest was heading toward the engine room through the connecting passage between the cars. The train was unusually quiet, likely because it was the time when most passengers were taking a nap.

As the door opens, the warm air of the engine room leaks out. Various lights from the control panel and the blue stars outside the window dimly illuminate the space, and J is leaning back in the pilot's seat, sipping coffee.