The Easter Main Toon—if she can even call herself that still—drifted through the hall, observing the multicolored rug draped over the wooden floorboards and listening to the voices of her fellow toons. The museum had been closed for some time. Yet, the floral-patterned wallpaper remained intact. Glancing up, she noted how the dome above was vaulted, obscuring the sky outside. Instead, white square lights lined the ceiling, illuminating the area in a cold tone. Exhaling, she passed the cardboard cutouts of the main six, until she reached one of the three elevators. The doors were ajar for any toons intending to run an extraction mission.

She returned her attention to the toons scattered around the circular lobby until a tap on her shoulder jolted her into swerving her head to the source.

After a beat, the basket toon greeted the other with a wavering smile, “O-oh, uhm, hello… Did you need something?” Bassie’s hand absent-mindedly rose to fiddle with one of the handles on the side of her head, albeit briefly. She dropped it back to her lap while her eyes wandered to the carpet.