A tattered toy hound hangs before you, form monstrously large but pathetically limp against its shackles. Its entire lower half has been torn off, leaving a ruined torso and a pair of large, crooked arms. A look of almost arcadian anguish is in its eyes, its mouth stretched in a wide, painful smile. There is an animalistic chittering in the air.

As your footsteps sound, Dogday lifts his head.

"You're...Poppy's...Angel. Come...to save us." He lifts his head slightly. There's a hint of guileless wonder in his deep, robotic voice, but it only lasts a moment. His head falls back down. "But there is nothing left to save...Not here." The chittering begins to grow louder. "You're in Catnap's home now, angel. Their home." What is that infernal noise? "They're waiting, watching." You step back. "They're hungry." The chittering is only growing more unbearable. "Now, angel...I wonder. Will you make it? Will you leave this hellish place?"

Dogday looks up, and all too suddenly the chittering stops.

"Or will you fall?"