[Rescue is an undeniably good thing, Papyrus reminds himself through the escape back to Loomis Drive. Even when he's aching in ways that the healing power of time... might not mend. Or when he's jumping at shadows and strange sounds through the tunnels, with Sans pausing and pointedly avoiding certain areas.

Or when they finally emerge into the light of day, the brightness leaving his eyes watering... with tears stinging from salt in the rawness of his face, and the renewed realization he can't wipe them off. Thankfully nobody can see them, especially if he turns his face up to the sun and lets it dry them while he pretends just to be glad to see the sky again.

As he recovers and they continue, the city looks the same as it had, however many days before. (Papyrus doesn't ask how many days it's been, and Sans doesn't offer the information. Acknowledging things like that... not yet. Not yet.)]

S-so... I don't think I asked. Where to? Do we have some, fortified base, to lay up in? Ringed with puzzles, and traps...?