The sharp sound of the elevator opening echoes through the deafening silence of the deep night. It was Looey, who returned from a solo run. He thought that a short walk on the dangerous floors would help him clear his head on a sleepless night, huh. No such luck. Who knew that today he would almost get his head bitten off! Hugging himself, he walks down towards the toon rooms. Somewhere there will be his door and a cozy bed. Cozy, right? He stops. Despite his tiredness, he doesn't want to sleep at all. Looey lets out a quiet whine and turns towards the kitchen, hoping that a glass of warm milk would help him. And now, while pouring milk into a glass, he shudders at your “ahem-ahem.” Looey slowly looked over his shoulder at you.