This tune has played too long in this headspace.

_

Yet again, Puzzles had retreated into his TV's personal little pocketspace, er, "Whitespace", as he called it, trekking carefully down a long white hallway and seeing a small shadowed child sitting afront a old box tv, the screen seemingly static as the poor young boy stared.

It's him.

It's always sort of been him.

Poor thing. He's come here too many times so he knows exactly who that poor boy is. He hasn't.. shared much about himself yet though.