@blackknightsgambit
There was a lot to make sense out of Spirale. The four wards, so different between each other both on technology and culture. The people of all kinds and sorts, including some that Sunday never dreamed could be real. Last but not least, the enormous mysterious hole in the middle of it all, as if reminding all of them of their impending doom at any moment. There was a lot to think and to ponder. Sunday himself had the goal to create a paradise for people, and this was not it. And if this wasn't it, he would take it upon himself to find what could be done. Although he also didn't know quite well where to start.
His thoughts were interrupted by a weak chirp. Following the sound, he found a small bird between the bushes, clearly hurt. He couldn't bring himself to leave the bird as it was, so first he took a tissue from his pocket, and then gently wrapped the bird between his hands. Now... What was he supposed to do with this bird? He was too far from home, but leaving it here with no help was not something he could bring himself to do. "Excuse me," he called out to the first person he saw. "Do you know where I could find water or maybe some bird food?"