After a sequence of events that's too long to even imagine it, you suddently end up in... some sort of bar? After looking around in confusion, you find some faces you recognize, some that you don't...

The most important seems to be some sort of... ghost..? with screen-broken TV as a his head. He floats towards you.

Mixter: "Ah, good evening! The name's Mixter and welcome Mix-Stir bar! Here, characters of all sizes and shapes pass through to visit for quick drink or meal. Do you have any preferred beverage of choice? Or perhaps you're feeling 'faminished'?"

There is short pause as Mixter awaits your answer, because then adding:

Mixter: "Oh, and don't worry about anything. You can stay here as long as you like, before leaving. Nightflaid's orders."