Sans opens one eyesocket, mumbling sleepily. For a blessed moment, he doesn't remember why he's dozing off at the kitchen table and getting woken up by Grune. He almost expects to smell a pot of Sorry Soup cooking away on the stove again.

Then the memories come trickling back, and he sighs. But after that, Sans sits up and stretches out a kink in his spine. "yeah. guess it is."

He gets up to his feet and, seeing that both Grune's hands are occupied, takes her elbow instead. "hold on tight to that." And then it will turn out that the nap was just what he needed, because it gives him just enough energy for one more shortcut back into Neil's room.