The whole location feels surreal. Everything about it, the location, its people, its leaders, have yet to sink in by any real capacity.

Greg hesitates by Sans' table, uncertain in a way he can't define. It's strange. The two of them look completely different than they used to, now. No one could possibly look between two pictures of them now and at the start, and guess it was the same pair. Yet, as he sits down across from Sans, he realizes how long it's been since they got to talk as friends. These last few months have been so complicated.

"Had a lot I needed to get out of me," Greg admits with an exhausted little smile.