[ If he bottle and sell whatever it was that made him able to do all of that without being sick? He'd be making a fortune.

Will fumbled with his phone, confused and yet thankful Sans bothered to stick with him long enough to get him out of that pickle. ]

T-thank you... I don't know what's wrong with me lately... I keep losing fractions of time... Feels like I'm dreaming, yet I know I'm not asleep.

[ A pause as he finds a nice walled off area to hide in. ]

Who are you? I don't recognize your voice.