Deep within Puddles' bones, a sob begins to build like a tropical depression in the South Pacific.

His REM sleep filled with delta waves and memories and fantasies converge into a perfect storm, filling the maudlin harlequin with dour depression even in his unconscious state. The sadness reaches a fever pitch and shoots through his limbs in a spasm of depression, flinging his legs outward and freeing himself inadvertently from the pinning embrace of the good Doctor.

"AHH!"

Puddles gasps in shock and disappointment.

"Oh no... oh no no no no... why do I always wake up?"

Puddles pulls a handkerchief from a pocket, which is tied to another, and another, and many, many others... until finally a pair of boxer shorts adorned with Phantom Panzer faces emerges and he weeps silently into the garment as he walks away, leaving a decisively dolorous Doctor D'Ville as he departs.

There is no joy in XWF - sadly Puddles has kicked out.