Michael opened his eyes with a groan. It was dark and cold but he managed to adjust his sight. He was in a small room along with one other. Mj recognized the shape of a hand amongst the unmoving figure. "G!" Mike crawled over to his friend and rolled him limply on his back. "...please," WD Gaster breathed a whisper. "Not so loud. You'll wake up the..." his voice trailed off into wing ding. But Michael continued to shake him until his eyes fluttered open. "Stay with me, doc." Mj sat him up. They both shivered in the blackness. Gaster's head began to bounce to his chest Michael took his jacket off and wrapped it around WD's shoulders. The scientist started to lean into the king. "It's alright." Mj whispered. "I'll carry you, my brother."