It's... disorienting, Serge is quickly finding out, stepping into a memory. He doesn't know quite where he is, only that it's very dark, and there's a pervasive chill and damp... some kind of cave?

What he does know, is that he can hear a child crying. The offworlder's a kid. That's... that's so sad. He rounds a corner, finds the shaft of light gently illuminating a bed of flowers... He'd find such a tranquil scene beautiful if it weren't for the huddled shape of the kid.

It might come as a shock to Frisk, when what interrupts their solitude is not a high-pitched, almost-mocking voice, but a much gentler one, and a hand on the shoulder. "Hey, it's okay."