That child is looking at him. There's a flash of blaring stage lights in his memory, followed by nothing at all.

Sans had told him about the child. Well. It looks as though it's showtime.

"Sorry, darling," he says. His voice sounds distant even to him. "I need you to get down now."

He reaches up and lifts her from on top of him, turns--listens for running feet, his back is so open--and sets Sophie down behind him. Then he faces Chara again.

"Well, well, well. Back so soon, are you?"