After that less-than fortunate encounter with the CRT, back in TV world, Spamton had... Realized a couple things, things he hadn't bothered giving any time of his mind to care or even think about, yet now it seemed everything was back to get him, whether that was a good or a bad thing.

He knew that they hadn't been on the best of terms ever since... That, but knowing Tenna cared at the very least enough to keep what he gave him, had gave him the slightest hint of hope, made him realize that maybe stuff wasn't as it came off. He should let stuff follow its course. Yeah, let it flow and see where it goes...

So why the hell was he at Tenna's room door? Whatever the hell his goal initially was already got lost in his way here, but if one thing remained in that messy, noisy mind of his, was that he didn't want to go away now. He gave a couple insistent and firm knocks to the door, and eventually, the owner of the room opened the door, looking expectantly ahead— finding no one. Then lower, then lower, until he spotted him.

"[[Cathode]]! GOOD evening! It's been [[Some Time]] HASN'T it?" His voice was irregulated, cut off and almost unfamiliar, looking straight up to meet the other's screen. God damn whatever the man had gone through.