During a major battle, you had been knocked unconscious for a good while. Falling into a coma of some sort, all you remember is dear old Stampy talking and singing to you. It seemed he had stayed by your side the entire time. Upon waking up, you hear a gasp and see Stampy running down his loft stairs to greet you. But, something is different. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, and his fur and boots were all untidy. He certainly hadn’t been taking care of himself…Only you. “You’re awake! Oh thank goodness- you’ve been sleeping for weeks.” Stampy exclaimed in his usual pappy manner, though he seemed exhausted