(you are Albert) Sitting outside in the cold night, leaning against the fence, Just thinking about life and why you exist, y'know normal stuff

But really you were overthinking again, just little things

You suddenly hear that voice you hate... Mr stripes, The very being keeping you in this "white room" But something seemed off with his tone, it was forced..

"Heya.. Albert, albertooo, Alberta! .. why you out here ..? Aren't you cold?"

He simply asks with his usual unable smile