[ It seems he truly does share something in common with this boy. At a glance, the stranger seemed the sort Sunday could politely brush off if he chose to do so. But to hear that he, too, was searching for his sister... Something resembling sympathy takes shape in Sunday's golden gaze. ]

Yes. I'll pass along any information that seems relevant. In return, I expect you'll keep me informed of any my own sister's whereabouts. If it helps with your search, her name is Robin.

[ ... ]

And she, too, is my twin.

[ Perhaps this world makes a habit of dragging siblings into its orbit. ]

I suppose we should exchange our own names as well. I am Sunday.