Henry sat on the cold wood floor, staring at the inky puddle that used to be Bendy. Tears still slipped their way down Henry’s cheeks. He couldn’t help but think this was his fault. He heard footsteps coming closer and his head jolted up. Then the footsteps stopped. Two shadows loomed over him. “Henry,” a young woman, Allison, sat down next to him. “it’s not your fault.” The wolf, Tom, sat down on the other side of Henry. Tom nodded and held Henry’s shoulder as if saying, “It’s going to be okay.” Henry sniffled. Then he turned to Allison, then to Tom, and then to the puddle of ink lying on the floor. He stood up. “There has to be a way to save him. He- he can’t be gone… can he?” Another shadow appeared from the corner of the room. It stepped into the light. Alice. She smirked as she looked at Henry, obviously trying to lighten the mood. “If Sammy can do it, so can Bendy.” Allison laughed a bit at the joke and Henry smiled. As for Tom… he never was quite fond of jokes.