Fin's love hadn't changed though- Everything just felt slightly muted at the moment, and his mind seemed to be processing things slightly differently. Fin had always been a bit of a romantic soul, but now his thoughts seemed ever so slightly slowed, forcing him to analyses things in a way he'd never bothered to before. It wasn't that he'd become dimmer or dense, but instead slightly less impulsive. It was an odd change, one that would no doubt take time to adjust to.

Up ahead the cave became a hallway lined with doors, each one numbered like a hotel. They were all fairly nondescript- Except one.

One door stood without numbers. Instead it was covered in stickers and a hanging white board that read FIN'S ROOM KEEP OUT.

"That's impossible," Fin said softly, letting go of Willy's hand and stepping closer.