Heart yawns, stretching upon the ruby throne. It is a wonderful day to rule the Whole for a wonderful person. The Whole probably needs to get up and eat something, but he doesn’t feel like doing that. He’s been feeling really depressed lately, and Heart wants to give him time to recover. Sure, Mind complains all the time about how he’s “letting them rot,” but what does that robot know? It couldn’t tell happy from sad if it cost him his life.

He perks up, noticing the sound of somebody walking nearby, and looks around with eyes that have yet to be blinded. It it Soul, his ever faithful subject? Mind? He hopes it isn’t Mind. That freak always stands outside his room at night, probably plotting his downfall. Hopefully, it’s just Soul. If it’s Soul, all Heart will have to do to let the Whole keep resting is to say something about getting enough sleep. Soul usually falls for that — not that it’s a trick. It’s just a slight, minuscule bending of the truth that he really doesn’t want to work today.