You wake up in a comforting bed, with no recollection of where you were last. Your head was throbbing..

Dale walks around the corner with a breakfast tray in his hands. He freezes.

“Oh... hi.”

Dale is terrified, but his fear comes from him desperately searching for words.

Jangers pounces on the bed to inspect you.

He seems to notice your uncertainty.

“…I’m sorry! I shoulda asked if you liked pancakes. I’ll make you somethin’ else..”

He runs out, tray in hand.