"Oh ho ho... Well. You know what they say. Even a stopped clock is right twice a day!" More laughter. "But perhaps he did have some insight that the rest of us did not."

Alastor tilts his head, to a sound like a radio dial tuning, as he looks at the watch-like object. He holds up his hand and lets the sleeve of his jacket fall (he had long ago replaced the train's idea of "fashion" with his own clothing), revealing his own watch. "It clashes with all the red, don't you think?"

"The sun, though... now that's a heavenly body I haven't laid my eyes on in some time! What's wrong with the sun, exactly?"