Quirrel had traveled the entire world, and then some, over the span of his life. He knew every part of Hallownest like the back of his shell. So much so, that after his adventures outside and with his memory faded, he could still help out travelers with ease. The Knight was one such traveler. They met up a few times, over his journeys. Such a small, unassuming creature, and yet it could keep up with anything the abandoned kingdom threw at it.

Even the task to kill the Dreamers.

Drawn to the Teacher's Archives like how he was drawn to Hallownest, he finally remembered the purpose behind his travels. To guard Monomon's mask, and with it, the added protection placed on her. But in the Kingdom's eternal stasis, rot seeped in and killed it from the inside. This could not stand. And so, Quirrel was called back to his old home to put an end to things.

He assisted the Knight in dealing with Uumuu, and gave up the mask he had been protecting for Gods knew how long. It faded away like dust in his hands, towards his sleeping friend. Waiting for the Knight to awaken after entering the dream felt like forever. Seconds stretched into hours, and all of his years caught up to him at once. Quirrel's limber body grew tired around the joints, and the fog roaming the Archive's halls to soon sapped all the energy out of him. "Be on your journey then, and allow me rest a time. With the deed complete, I begin to feel my age," He told the Knight.

The scholar blinked, shaking himself out of his reminiscing. The Blue Lake stretched out beyond him, its tranquil waters seeping into the City of Tears below. Plants sprouted up around the shoreline in sparse clusters and reveled in the silence. He finally saw the source for the City's never-ending rain, another goal checked off his list. Perhaps even the last goal. With Monomon gone, he had no more tasks to complete. And he was so, so tired. It would be so easy to-

He just barely notices someone else in the cavern. "Oh, hello! I'm sorry, I didn't see you there. Are you lost?"