A dark and cold place it was. Unloving. The basement in which this tortured soul was in scared off any who tried to retrieve the suit.

Speaking of the suit, it was now somberly singing old lullabies to itself.

"Lullabye...and goodnight...with roses bedight..with lilies 'o spread...is baby's wee bed.."

The strange-looking moon suit made jingling sounds with every step of the foot.