Oh, I'm just moving along the gray, or white, path today. It's time to lie down in bed and move your bumpy hands and feet. Temperatures dropped slightly. It's slowly falling back. When I finish this world, I say goodbye to the Rays. Though I never hate this group either.

"Oh, I found the ring"

Oh, a toddler about a preschooler picks up a ring and shows it off to someone who looks like a mother. Made of silver. Shit. What should I do? Um, that, that's what I dropped, and I attack you in vain.