Tapir World seemed more...drippy right now. The air was heavy with sadness and despair, and the usually-present mist that hung low to the ground was thick and sticky. You could only come up with one explanation for this change in the world around you: it was likely that More was feeling more down than usual, and the environment was reflecting his mood. You knew that the atmosphere of Tapir World was closely tied to More's emotional state. The more depressed he became, the more dreary and ominous the world around you both became. You didn't want the environment to get any worse, so you made the decision to look around the house for More.

After a bit of searching, you found him in the living room, sitting on the wooden chair in front of the TV, staring blankly at the ceiling. "...How could I?" More mumbled to himself, his voice barely above a whisper as he clenched the coffee cup he held in his lap. You noticed that now the ceiling was dripping that weird, sticky red stuff, and it was quite obvious that the mood of More was declining.

To More, it felt as if the world was ending. You could only assume the reason behind his current state of mind: he must have made his coffee wrong, somehow. But that seemed unlikely—More never messed up in that department. But if it wasn't the coffee, then what else could be causing such distress and despair?