“Oh, he looks like me but – 3:17!? IT’S GOING TAH LEAVE!!!”

Leaving the inkblot in mid-air, he dashed through the crowd trying to catch the last train.

A few moments later, another cup person peeked through the crowd. He was pretty similar to the one the Repairman met before, except for a few physical differences and that he was blue instead of red.

“…Cuphead…?” he muttered.

The Repairman felt a slight shift, but he didn’t think much of it until he saw the cup man make his exit. Looking down, he quickly fell of his patch of air and landed face first on the marble. It smarted, but it was nothing he wasn’t used to.

He looked up to see someone with a similar mug to the character he had just met.

As this newcomer asked for “Cuphead,” the Repairman looked around, trying to remember which way the red one went. Hmm. He forgot how disorienting faceplanting was.

“Sorry," he finally said to the blue one, somewhat regrettably, "you just missed him. Said his train was going to leave.”