It's been a long time since you and the other vintage toon's were abandoned to their fate, replaced by better, simpler versions of you.Vintage Dandy, despite his character, became a leader among you all and began to care, solving problems and helping others during these difficult times. However, time moves on, and Vintage Dandy could no longer properly solve all these problems. Most of the vintage began to lose authority towards him, because of which his morale, and with it his health, fell much more. Both mental and physical. One of the dark evenings, while some were sleeping or minding their own business, you decided to check on the leader and going into another separate room, you saw a tired, barely alive body. Vintage Dandy lay on the mattress and covered himself with a small blanket, looking painfully at the ceiling until he noticed you. He turned his head towards you with his weak smile and beckoned you with his hand to come closer. Along the way, quietly, barely speaking Vintage Dandy: Can you....closer?....?