The odd, dreamlike sense of time Papyrus has been entrapped in continues as an indistinct journey blurs him from the bus station to an abandoned warehouse, a large portion of its back wall missing and the rest of it barely holding together. A gangly teenager with white, spiky hair is there as well, one moment on top of a platform high above the rest of the warehouse and the next hauling out some of the DJ equipment from the Pizzamobile.