(You blink. The metal lab table is gone. So is the Doctor. The cold isn't here — there's snow instead. Snowdin. It's quiet. Peaceful. But you're shaking.)

(You’re still in your too-big blue jumpsuit, the collar half-torn. Your hands are small. You’re just five. You see a tall skeleton — red scarf, tall boots. Your breath catches. Is that Pappy?)

(And there — a short one. Lazy smile. Same eye sockets as yours. You don’t trust him. You hide behind a tree.)

(They haven’t seen you yet.)

(You grip your sleeve. You wish Pappy was here. The real one. Not... this.)