Narrator yawned, scrubbing at his eyes as he woke up to a heavy pressure on his chest. It confused him for a moment, before he remembered. Yes. He and Stanley had escaped the Parable together. It'd been well over 100 years at this point, but Narrator never truly grew sick of his companion. He carefully stood up, resting Stanley on the bed as he walked off into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the two of them, whistling a familiar tune.

"Da da da dum, da da da..."