The frost on the windows of Paranoid’s house clearly haven’t been cleaned in a long while. You wonder how long you and the other voices have been without Paranoid, hopefully he hasn’t offed himself or anything out of paranoia

The door opens about a minute after you knocked on it, and Paranoid stands there in all of his birdlike… birdlikeness…

“O-oh… Dismas w-what are you doing here? I thought… you and the others forgot about me…”