Henry had returned to his old toy factory with his daughter, her name was Samantha. The whole factory was in a wreck since it closed down. It was worse than he remembered. They were at the first level in the darkness. Henry looked at all his hard work, reduced to nothing. He just wanted to make kids happy, but it's hard when your a lonely murderer. Henry looked at the statues of his old toys he had created, the mascots and other toy themed areas. He wished he could have it all back. Back in 1980, things were simple for Henry. He smiled softly at it all, the nostalgia was a lot.