"Thanks, and you too." Guybrush smiled, knowing that no matter how dead he was outside of De Landel's and how much trouble LeChuck could have caused in the months following his demise, it probably wasn't any worse than being trapped in a spooky asylum with the threats of torture and the ruination of his future looming over him. "Hopefully, we'll both have something left when we manage to escape- if we manage to escape, but I'm optimistic."

His Plunderbunny didn't enter the room, but his nurse did, giving Guybrush her usual sour look that meant he was to follow her to the next shift. "Ah, lunchtime. Gotta go, Grencia. Good luck finding those answers. I'll let you know if I ever figure out why we're really here."