I finish my soup and Undyne goes to wash the bowl.

"Do you want to go rafting sometime?" Frisk asks the group. "I saw some places we could go in the future."

"Sounds good," Mettaton shrugs. "But Yael is our first priority."

"You guys can have fun," I tell them. "I shouldn't be bringing you guys down with me."

"Quit being so damn modest," Sans ruffles my hair.

I stay in bed with the others until I remember someone I want to check on.

"Mind if I go to-"

"You ain't going anywhere on your own," Undyne interrupts me abruptly.

"I'll be fine, I-"

"Nope."

"But-"

"Still nope."

I purse my lips together.

"You can choose who you want to come with you I guess," Frisk shrugs.

I ponder, then conclude the best candidate.

"Uh, ok, Papy I guess?"

Papyrus grins and I slip out of the bed.

"Be quick," Sans says sternly.

"Yeah yeah," I roll my eyes.

We exit the room and I head straight down to the girl's changing room.

"UH, AM I ALLOWED IN THERE?" Papyrus asks.

"It's nothing," I shrug.

We enter and I spot Kassandra.

"Just, uh, wait there," I point to one of the benches. "I just need to... to... to clear my mind and, you know, exhaust all those voices in my head."

"OK!" Papyrus beams.

I take a deep breath and step over to Kassandra.

"Hey," I mutter. "I-"

"I know," she smiles sadly. "I listened from the vents."

"So-"

"You'll have to practise séanceing some other way, now that you can't be alone and all."

"Right..."

There's a short silence.

"I heard other things," she goes on. "They've found the identities of those behind the attack."

I freeze up.

"There's five men, this one Russian lady, a kid with a cockney accent and that Alex boy who left."

"A-Alex?" I breathe.

"Yeah," she crosses her legs. "Him and a few of the men were the only ones that survived."

"You don't happen to know where they are?" I ask, my breathing uneven.

"Well they didn't figure it out but I thought it was obvious," she shrugs. "Some warehouse down south, not too far from here actually. They think Alex was the main participant in the fight."

"He killed Wynn..." I mutter. "That damned prick, he killed Wynn..."

"Sorry," she looks concerned. "I didn't mean to bring up a hard topic or anything, I just-"

"I think I'm going to be paying this warehouse a little visit," I speak slowly to control my seething self from breaking out into a fit of rage and bitterness.

"Don't do anything stupid," she warns me.

"Heh..." I chuckle under my breath.

"ARE YOU DONE?" Papyrus asks.

I jump. He's sitting on the bench, staring at me with the biggest smile on his face.

"I'M NOT SURE WHAT YOU'RE GOING ON ABOUT, OR WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO," he pauses. "I AM SLIGHTLY CONCERNED FOR YOUR SANITY. DO I NEED TO CALL A DOCTOR?"

"No," I reassure him. "I'm fine, come on."

We exit the room and head back to the dorm. I have a project to start.