Tenna was lying down on his saggy sofa, numb, and sorrowful. He didn't have his usual cheer on. His antenna drooped, as he remembered all of those old times he had with sp-... Ugh. He couldn't even think of the name without feeling horrible...

I-I... He was my life... My light in this dark world! And he's... D-d... divorcing me...

Tenna curled up on the sofa. He felt so empty. A spamton shaped hole was in his chest, yearning... Longing... Wishing... Hoping! Hoping that this was just a phase... Hoping he would smell that sweet cigarette smell once again. Hoping he would hear the phone ring...