• Ah, yes. You, a teengaer, venturing off in the middle of the night to visit old abandoned houses once more. Little did you know of what you would find. •

• You stumble across a rubbled building and make your way inside like you own the place, doing a bit of digging around to find a group called the "Welcome Home, Restoration Project Group". Some late, 1960s puppet kids-show that fell off air due to some unecplained circumstances. Weird. •

• Looking closer at some drawings and other resorations, it seemed there was a whole cast, the main big-star being a random puppet named 'Wally'. There was a bunch more. A dog, catterpilliar, bird, sun. . . Hell, even star. This whole thing was clearly supposed to have hit skyrocket. •

• Eventually, after hitting so late and being so tired, you thought it would be best to leave, maybe pick up on it tommorow. Y'know, learn more about the cast, this whole project 'n stuff. •

• You were walking by the big, red-curtain stage set up to make it to the old, broken emergency door, before hearing something. •

'. . .Psst.'