Things had settled after the echoes, things had gone back to normal. Or as normal as life ever was on this strange train travelling between worlds.

Taiki was sat at one of the tables in the standard carriage, painting. He doesn't really have anything in mind, adding watercolours to the page carefully, letting the painting take shape.

It's a lot more... abstract than the work he did earlier in the month. But it's peaceful, art for the sake of art.

He pauses a couple of times to glance out of the window or to pet Gyōko who was snuffling around the table.