He's stuck in limbo. Forever. Long ago he hoped for a way out. A continuation. His story wasn't finished, so there was no way it could be over. That was two years ago. Now, there's no point to anything. He'd thought through everything there was to think. He'd created every possibility, every dream, every thought to existence. But there still was no end. There will never be an end, meaning he will never see anyone ever again. Not egg. Not muffin, if he even is still alive. He'd be overjoyed to see someone, anyone. The princess, even. The takeouts. At least they'd be able to take him out, end his misery. But it will never happen. He has been, and always will be, in nothing. He is nothing.
