Sans just got done with training. We stopped by NTT club to get some nice cream. Jeremy seems to be holding up pretty well, though he looks kinda sick. He works at the club and sells other terrible ice cream products. Nice cream tastes the best. He didn't mention anything about being sick so I asked while Sans ran around admiring all the portraits of Napstablook. He gave me a curt explanation and changed the subject. He said he's just feeling under the weather (we kinda are, down here) and would get better soon enough. I still can't help but worry about him. He's been my friend since even before Mom left. He's always been there when I needed him. I need to make sure I'm there when he needs me.