The alarm clock showed midnight as Riley finally crawled into her bed. She had spent the past few hours unpacking and setting up her stuff, as she and her emotions had looked forward to for so long, interrupted only by dinner and bedtime preparations. She was a little sore from dragging around furniture, and there were still a few boxes left, but the warm yellow glow of contentedness lingered on the console as she closed her eyes.

Headquarters, on the other hand, held a less calm scene.

"Woooo!" Joy cheered, jumping and pumping her fists. All the emotions were jovial. Anger had loved helping rip open boxes, Disgust was in heaven making last-minute decorating decisions, and Fear was glad to check off a huge stack of worries he would never have to bring up again. Even Sadness managed a wistful little smile, having been able to enjoy some bitter-sweet nostalgia over some of Riley's possessions.

"Great day everyone!" Joy continued. "Who's got dream duty?"

"My turn." Anger went to grab a cola for his vigil.

Sadness, meanwhile, went to the observation windows to check on Fiction Island. Even with the most overtly tragic themes toned down, she still felt more connected with it than any other. She quickly scanned it, noting the few little changes since – wait, what's that? Out of the corner of her eye she saw a white figure dart between the Long-Term Memory stacks, which disappeared before she could focus on it. She squinted with strain as she scanned the stacks curiously. Just before she gave up and dismissed it as a mind worker, she caught sight of it again. It darted between stacks, only in view for a moment; but a moment was long enough. Sadness's eyes widened.

"Guys…" she breathed, turning to face into Headquarters.

The figure had been white-clad with black accents, far too lankily proportioned to be a Mind Worker.

Sadness cleared her throat and spoke up a little more: "Guys?" She took a step away from the window. Still not enough to get attention; Anger was on his way back to the console, and the other emotions were chatting as they ascended the ramp to the bedroom. None acknowledged Sadness' whisper. She finally gathered the courage to yell "Guys!"

All the other emotions paused what they were doing, Joy at the top of the ramp with Disgust and Fear, Anger just about to sit down, and turned to face Sadness. Fear leaned over the railing and asked "What is it? What's wrong?"

Sadness pointed out the window with one hand, gesturing with the other. "Come look! There's someone in Long-Term!"

Anger rolled his eyes. "Well duh. Mind Workers, remember?"

"No, not them. There someone else…"

Joy slid down the rail and moved to join Sadness at the window. The others followed, albeit more slowly. "Who?"

"Well, I can't be completely sure, but I think it was a – "

Just then, the figure re-emerged and paused with his hand to his helmet. Joy, having arrived at the window, gasped as she caught sight. The other three quickened their pace, and when they too saw the figure, gaped at the sight.

Sadness finished: "A Stormtrooper."

Joy recovered first. "Oh, that's all! Wow Sadness, you had me worried for a moment there. Phew!" She chuckled nervously.

Fear was less relieved. "What do you mean 'that's all'? What is a Stormtrooper, a bad guy, doing in Long-Term?"

Joy quickly explained her thought "He's probably just from Imagination Land, going to visit Fiction Island!"

Anger was not convinced. "He's not going that way, though."

"Maybe he's lost?" Disgust posited. Fear was about to retort, when suddenly the trooper lowered his hand and started striding toward Fiction Island.

"Well, seems like that was it," Joy clapped her hands. "Alright gang, enough excitement for one night; let's get to bed so we can start a great Thursday in the morning!" Sadness lingered a moment more to watch the trooper dart the rest of the way into Fiction Island; then she shrugged, and headed toward the ramp. Whatever was going on, it couldn't be too important.

Anger was left alone with his drink and the screen, which began showing the latest from Dream Productions in cascades of color.

Anger sighed. "Of course they do an abstract one when I'm on duty." Content that there would be nothing of note in the dream, he pulled out his newspaper and grabbed the mental notes pen. "At least I can get the crossword done."