By the time he was able to weave that portal, all he wanted was to take another nap. But with a deep, cleansing breath, he stepped on through and into the lobby of the Hotel.

"I WAS... ✨PRODUCTIVE!✨" Arms out, he decided on theatrics primarily to make himself feel better. Angel Dust, lounging on the couch nearby and was now beyond confused, gave a half-hearted golf clap before he returned to his popsicle and magazine.