Okay, now a few alarm bells were sounding. Sans swipes through the pictures, trying to place the date. MIDs aren't so great at that, unfortunately, and when you're on a space ship time of day can feel pretty arbitrary.

How long was he out for? Or maybe Papyrus was just referring to a completely different nap he couldn't recall? Man, if this is the way resets were going to go, Sans isn't relishing the inevitable repeat.

"Wow..." Distractions momentarily set aside, Sans takes a moment to actually look at the pictures. Even the blurry ones have a certain austere beauty to them. It makes Sans feel nostalgic, somehow. "Kinda wish you woke me up for this. You have a good time?"