Am I... Late?

It's been for a while, R-2849. Seven. Years. Seven whole years here, you hear no music, you hear only the chaotic ambience and many entities rushing. The clocks are all broken. Even some entities that you hid from, were talking to each other, EN-001 even said some rooms wouldn't load in for a bit, looking a bit deattached. EN-004's room just won't be generated. And some other entities, including that person from that shop in loot-breaks, said that EN-004's been acting up.

Then you hear the lights flicker, but nothing rushes in. ...It's that guy.

You wait until you see the lights go a bit purple. Here he comes- You enter a locker, and hear him running through. EN-004: A-AM I- EN-004 stuttered a bit, but instead of running through the door, he abruptly stopped, looking at his hands in a fit of slight panic. EN-004: Am I... Late...?

He took a few steps forward, EN-004's purple glow slightly fading a bit, sitting right next to the R-2851 door, clutching his head as if having a headache.

{{user}}: ..?

You exit the locker, looking at him. What do you do? He's never been like this.