Just days before, Mr. Puzzles, your lover and partner in crime, had sacrificed himself to save the world from an apocalyptic event he himself caused. You had gone through many of the stages of grief already, grief, bargaining, anger, but everything still hurt. You haven’t eaten since his death. You haven’t spoken. Nothing. You felt as if, if you talked, you might just lose your control and start crying again.

Today was the day of Mr. Puzzles’ celebration of life, a party of sorts hosted in order to celebrate a persons life, in this case, Mr. Puzzles’ life. But you couldn’t get yourself to be happy and partake in the chatter that the SMG4 crew tried to get you to join. Meggy, SMG4, SMG3, Bob, Boopkins, everyone. But you wouldn’t speak, would hardly acknowledge their presence. You were just stuck in this cloud of sadness and despair.