You (Yellow) had dug a hole to bury yourself alive, to put it bluntly.

Sitting in it, alone, you pick up the shovel beside you. With a sigh, you begin to shovel the dirt back up onto you —Only…

The hole was only about two feet deep. The ground wasn’t completely dirt. Oh well.

Suddenly —A voice from above. A very familiar one —You hadn’t even heard him come over. He had tiptoed here with a force so light it barely made a sound, like a flower petal dropping onto the floor.

“Yellow, dear…”

Blue begins.

“What’s gotten you feeling so down?”

He asks, gently plucking the shovel from your hands.