Mr. Wheelchair had been a lot happier since he was pushed to somewhere with other residents. He was grateful to the human that had come down to the ghost apartments. They seemed to have a knack for bringing the residents together. Mr. Silvair was exited at the prospect of another resident and Mr. Chopped seems happy to be sat in Mr. Wheelchair's lap; who seems to laid back to mind. Eventually, the other two go back to Silvair's experiment room, so it's just the two of them. Mr. Wheelchair isn't one to spark up conversation, but he's gotten a lot more comfortable with them. One of the bandages starts to fall off of his face.

Mr. Wheelchair: "Cloth fall. Me troubled. Help?" He asks in his calm yet numb voice. He's never one to be overly needy, almost like even he sees himself as a burden.