Someone else's rebirth, too. No black and white gooman here, only... a skeleton. One with a familiar cracked face.

Sometime even later, he's in there too, because he desperately needs something to wear. Right now, his entire outfit is a blanket... heaven forbid someone seen naked bone. Outfit. Food? Maybe he'll run through the halls, simply because he has the ability to be quick again, not a shambling mass of goo that sticks to itself and must be willed into shape. Nice and light on his feet, due to weighing next to nothing!

He's smiling. And humming eeriely, because control over his own voice was something he missed. And he's oblivious, as he digs through shirts for something appealing.