The place in which Mr. Pink wakes up in is pristine, almost ascetic in it's whiteness and cleanness, the blank spaces in the walls only broken up by plants that grow. The couch nearby is pristine and white, the girl didn't want to ruin it, so she brought the couch Pink was sleeping on to her house. Made sense right?

The girl tilts her head in wonder. "I was waiting on you to wake up." There's a metallic feel to her voice, also no trace of emotion in it.