Sheldon J. Plankton/Karen Emojis & Text

NEW REALITY v (Autistic author) Karen watches him for a moment before speaking again. "Plankton, can you tell me what's going on in your head?" He looks at her, his eye blinking slowly. "In head?" he repeats. Plankton's hand starts to move faster, his thoughts racing. "Spin, spin, spin," he murmurs to himself. "Must spin." Karen watches him, her heart wrenching at the sight. He's lost in his own world, one she can't enter without causing distress. "Plankton," she says softly, "can you tell me more about the spinning?" He nods, his hand moving in harmony with his thoughts. "Spin, spin, spin," he murmurs to himself, his voice low and rhythmic. "Fan spin, make world still." "What do you mean, Plankton?" she asks gently. He looks at her, his expression flickering with something akin to understanding. "Inside, spin fast, quiet," he explains, his hand still moving in the air. "Spin, calm. Like Karen." Karen's eyes widen, her heart racing. "Your brain spins fast, like the fan?" she asks, trying to follow. Plankton nods, his gaze flicking to the spinning blades. "Inside, fast," he says, his voice a faint whisper. "What's fast inside, sweetie?" Karen asks, her voice gentle. Plankton nods, his hand still moving. "Thoughts," he says. "Thoughts spin fast. Like fan." Karen's mind races as she tries to keep up with his erratic speech. "So, the fan helps slow down the spinning?" she asks, hoping to clarify. Plankton nods, his hand moving in time with his words. "Fan slow, thoughts slow." Karen's heart swells with love and sadness as she watches him. "It's okay," she whispers, wiping away a tear. "We'll find ways to make things easier for you." Plankton nods, his gaze still on the fan. "Easy," he agrees. "With Karen." Karen's eyes fill with love as she squeezes his hand. "Always," she promises. "But what about when I'm not here?" Plankton's hand starts to shake, his gaze darting around the room. "Karen go?" he asks, his voice panicked. Karen's eyes widen, her heart pounding. "No, Plankton, I'm right here," she assures him, squeezing his hand tightly. "I'm not going anywhere." But Plankton's gaze remains unfocused, his breathing quickening. "Karen go?" he repeats, his voice rising in pitch. Karen's heart races as she feels his panic growing. "I'm here," she says, her voice soothing. "I'm not leaving. The fan is spinning, remember?" But Plankton's eye is wide, his hand moving frantically in the air. "Karen go," he whispers, his body trembling. Karen's heart squeezes in her chest. "No, I'm not leaving," she says, trying to keep her voice calm. But Plankton's body starts to shake, his movements becoming more erratic. "Plankton, no," Karen says, her voice filled with fear. "Stay with me." But his hand jerks away, his body convulsing. Karen's eyes go wide with fear as she sees him spasm uncontrollably. "Oh no," she whispers, her heart racing. This isn't just a panic attack; it's a seizure. She's read about this, how some people with autism can have them. Her first instinct is to hold him, to protect him from the chaos of his own brain, but she knows that's not what he needs. She needs to keep his environment calm, to let the seizure pass without interference. "Plankton, it's okay," she says, her voice steady despite the terror clawing at her insides. "Just keep watching the fan." But his body convulses more violently. Karen's read about this, how some with autism can have seizures triggered by stress. Her mind races as she quickly clears the space around his fragile form, ensuring nothing can hurt him. She dims the lights, hoping the reduced stimulation will help. "Shh, it's okay," she whispers, stroking his back in slow, soothing motion, her voice low and calm. Plankton's body jerks less, his breathing evening out slightly as he focuses on her voice. Karen watches him, her heart in her throat, until his convulsions cease. Plankton's body relaxes, his eye closing as his breathing slows. Karen watches him, her own breath held, until she's sure the seizure has passed. Her hand shakes as she runs it over his antennae, checking for any injury. Plankton's eye opens, his gaze unfocused. "Karen," he whispers, his voice weak. Karen's heart skips a beat as she squeezes his hand. "I'm here," she says, her voice steady. "You had a seizure, but it's over now." Plankton nods, his gaze still not quite meeting hers. "Tired," he murmurs. Karen's heart aches. "I know, sweetie," she says, her voice filled with concern. "Let's get you into bed, okay?" Plankton nods, his body still trembling slightly. He allows her to help him up, his legs wobbly like jelly. Karen's eyes never leave his face, her heart in her throat as she helps him to the bed, tucking him in. As she pulls the covers up to his chin, Plankton's body starts to twitch, his head jerking to the side. Karen's breath catches; these are new tics, she realizes. "It's okay," she whispers. He looks at her. "Tired," he repeats. Karen nods, her own exhaustion setting in. "I know, let's get you some rest," she says, her voice gentle. As she sits beside him, Plankton's head tilts slightly. She's read about tics with autism, but this is the first time she's seen them in him. Subtle movements, quick jerks to the side, like his brain is trying to shake off a pesky thought. Karen's heart squeezes with each tiny spasm, wishing she could soothe his mind. "Plankton," she says softly. His head nods down. Karen's eyes follow the rhythmic motion, her heart racing. She's read about these tics, the involuntary spasms that can accompany his new diagnosis. "It's okay," she whispers, trying to keep her voice calm. "You're safe here." But Plankton's eye closes now, his breathing deep and even. The tremors have subsided, and his hands rest quietly on the covers. She watches him, her own breathing slowing to match his, until she's sure he's asleep. Karen sits back, her own body weary from the rollercoaster of emotions. The silence in the room is deafening, the only sound the steady hum of the fan. Her mind races with questions, with fears about what the future holds for Plankton, for them. How can she help him navigate this new world, where the simplest interactions are fraught with potential chaos? Karen sits in the quiet room, the only sound the fan's soothing whirr. She watches Plankton's chest rise and fall with each breath. Her heart swells with love and determination. "I'll do whatever it takes," she murmurs. Her eyes never leave his peaceful face, the gentle rise and fall of his chest. Karen knows that the fan has become a lifeline for him, but she also knows that she can't let it become his only comfort. With a deep sigh, she stands up and walks over to the fan, slowly turning it off. The silence is stark, but Plankton doesn't stir. She watches his face for any sign of distress, ready to react if needed. Karen knows she has to find a balance, to help Plankton find other ways to cope with the world's overwhelming stimuli. The fan can't be his only solace. The room falls silent, the absence of the fan's spin a stark reminder of the challenge ahead. Her heart in her throat, she sits back down beside him. "Karen?" he whispers, his eye fluttering open. Her heart jumps. "I'm here," she says, her voice gentle. Plankton nods. They sit in the quiet, his gaze drifting around the room. Karen's mind whirs with thoughts.

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NEW REALITY i (Autistic author) "You never listen to me, Karen," Plankton groused. "It's a new analyzer I just built! It'll reveal the contents of a patty when I put one in!" Karen, ever the skeptical wife, rolled her eyes. "You mean IF you put one in.." Plankton ignored her sarcasm, but with a deafening pop, the analyzer exploded, sending shards of metal flying in all directions. One of these sharp pieces slammed into Plankton's head, causing him to stumble back. Karen rushed to his side, pushing aside her initial irritation. Plankton's eye rolled back and closed as he crumpled to the floor. "Plankton! Plankton!" Karen's voice grew frantic as she cradled his tiny, limp body. The analyzer's explosion had caused more damage than she could have ever imagined, the injury had rewired his currently unconscious brain irreversibly: autism. Karen carries him to their bedroom, tucking him in his bed. "Plankton," she whispers, brushing his antennae, "Please wake up." But Plankton remains still. Karen sits by the bedside, her eyes never leaving his face. "I'll always be here," she murmurs, squeezing his hand. The quiet hum of their tiny underwater apartment is broken only by the rhythmic pulse of his breathing. Karen starts to think. If only she had taken his inventions more seriously, maybe this accident could have been avoided? She looks at the clock. It's midnight now. The hours tick by, each one lonelier than the last. Karen's thoughts are a tangled web of regrets and fears. What if Plankton never wakes up? Karen can't help but feel like a prisoner to her own guilt. She wonders what their life would be like now. Would Plankton be different? Would he still be the same eccentric genius, or would the injury change him completely? Will he remember her? The sun's first light filters through their bedroom window, casting a warm glow on Plankton's face. Karen's eyes snap open, having dozed off from exhaustion. She sees him stir, his eyelid fluttering. He groans, his eye opening slowly. Karen's heart races. He's alive! "K-Karen," he stammers, confused as to how he ended up in their room. The initial relief is quickly replaced with a knot in her stomach. His speech is stilted, his movements jerky. He tries to sit up, but the effort seems to overwhelm him. Karen reaches out to help, but he flinches at her touch. She notices his eye scanning the room with an intensity she's never seen before, as if he's trying to make sense of everything around him. "Plankton, it's okay," she says soothingly, trying not to let her anxiety seep into her voice. He turns to her, his gaze unfocused. "Karen?" he repeats, this time with more urgency. "What... what happened?" Her heart squeezes tight. "You had an accident with the new analyzer," she explains gently, keeping her voice calm. "It... it exploded and hit you.." Plankton looks around, his eye darting from object to object. "It's okay," Karen says, desperately trying to hold back the tears. "You're just a bit dizzy." But Plankton doesn't seem to be listening. He's too busy inspecting his surroundings, his eye darting around the room in a way that makes Karen feel like she's missing something. "Plankton, do you understand me?" Karen asks, her voice trembling slightly. He nods, but there's a distant look in his eye that makes her stomach drop. The way he's acting, it's like he's seeing their bedroom for the first time, like every detail is both fascinating and overwhelming. Plankton tries to get out of bed, but his legs wobble like jelly. Karen jumps up to support him, her arms wrapping around his thin frame. "Let's go slow," she suggests, guiding him back to the pillows. He simply nods. "Do you remember me?" Karen asks, desperation tinging her voice. His eye focus on her for a moment, then drift away again. "Yes," he says, but it's more of a question than an affirmation. "Karen, wife," he adds, his voice flat and devoid of the usual warmth and sarcasm. The words hang in the air like a lead weight, heavy with implications. Karen swallows the lump in her throat. "You're okay," she insists, as Plankton nods, looking around their bedroom when his gaze lands on the ceiling fan. His eye lights up, focusing intently on it. "Fan," he murmurs, as if discovering the concept for the first time. "Spinning. Round and round." Karen's heart sinks. "Plankton," she begins, her voice cracking, "You're acting different." She doesn't know how to explain what she's seeing, but she's scared of what it might mean. His eye doesn't quite meet hers, and his speech is so... mechanical. "Different?" he echoes, his voice a monotone. "No, the same Plankton." But the way he says it, like he's trying to convince himself, sends a chill down Karen's spine. She tries to shake off the fear, telling herself he's just groggy from the hit. But deep down, she knows it's more than that.

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NEW REALITY iv (Autistic author) "Plankton," she starts, her voice shaking, "the explosion changed your brain. It's called Autism." His eye widens slightly as he takes in the words, his hand still moving in its repetitive pattern. He repeats the word, "Autism?" his tone curious. Karen nods, wiping her screen. "It's like... your brain now sees and feels things differently. It's okay," she adds quickly, trying to reassure him. "It's just different." Plankton seems to consider this, his hand finally still. "Different," he whispers. Karen nods, trying to smile through her tears. "But we'll get through this together," she says, her voice shaking. "We're a team." Plankton's gaze lingers on her face for a moment before returning to the fan. "Team," he echoes, his hand stilling briefly before resuming its wave-like motion. Karen swallows hard, trying to keep her composure. She needs to find a way to connect with him, to bridge the gap that seems to be growing wider by the second. She brings his hand to her cheek. "Do you feel that?" she asks, her voice a soft whisper. He nods, his hand feeling cold against her skin. "Feel," he says, his tone flat. "Karen warm." Encouraged, Karen tries a gentle squeeze of his hand. His gaze doesn't waver from the fan, but his grip tightens slightly. "Squeeze," he murmurs, his voice a monotone. Her heart racing, Karen decides to experiment with different types of affectionate touches. She strokes his antennae lightly, watching his reaction. His eye flutters closed for a moment, then opens again. "Tickle," he says, his voice a little more animated. Encouraged, she gently traces his back with her fingers. "Yes good." He says. Karen's eyes fill with tears as she feels a glimmer of hope. "I'm going to try some more things, okay?" Plankton nods, his gaze still on the fan. "More," he agrees. Karen takes a deep breath and starts with a soft caress of his cheek, the way she used to do before they went to sleep. His eye flickers slightly, his hand continuing its motion. "Okay," he says, his voice almost a whisper. Next, she tries a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Karen, nice," he murmurs, his antennae twitching. Encouraged, she decides to move to a different type of pressure. "How's this feel; good or bad?" Karen asks, placing her hand firmly on his shoulder when he suddenly flinches and pulls away. "No," Plankton says, his voice sharp. "To hard." Karen's hand recoils, her heart racing. She tries to keep her voice steady. "I'm sorry, Plankton. Let's try something else." Plankton nods, his gaze unfocused. "Yes, Karen. Try." Gently, she starts to rub his back in small, soothing circles. "How about this?" she asks, her voice tentative. Plankton's body relaxes slightly. "Good," he murmurs. Encouraged, she tries a gentle pat on his knee. "This?" "Stop," he says. Karen's hand freezes mid-air, her heart racing. "I'm sorry, did I do that wrong?" Plankton's gaze remains fixed on the fan. "Wrong," he confirms, his voice a monotone. Karen's face falls, her heart sinking. She's treading on thin ice, not knowing what will trigger his next reaction. She takes a deep breath, trying to think of a safe approach. "How about a hug?" she asks, slowly opening her arms. Plankton nods, his gaze still on the fan. He leans into her embrace, his body stiff at first, but gradually softening. "Karen," he murmurs, his voice a little less flat. Karen holds him tightly, her heart pounding. Maybe this is the way to reach him, through physical affection that doesn't overstimulate. She squeezes tighter. "Enough!" Plankton pulls away, his eye wide with anxiety. Karen's heart drops. She'd pushed too hard, too soon. "I'm sorry," she whispers, backing off immediately. She tries again, placing a hand lightly on his arm. "How does this feel?" His eye flicks to her hand, then back to the fan. "Okay," he says, his voice still mechanical. Karen keeps her hand there, willing him to look at her, to respond more naturally. But his gaze remains fixed on the spinning blades. Despite her fear of pushing too far, she gently takes his hand in hers. "Does this feel okay?" she asks. Plankton nods, his movements becoming less erratic. "Yes," he murmurs, his hand still in the same wave pattern. Karen decides to keep trying, moving her thumb in small circles on the back of his palm. Plankton's breath hitches, and she sees his pupil dilate slightly. "This?" she asks. He nods, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Encouraged, she switches to interlocking her fingers with his, feeling the coldness of his grip. "And this?" "Good," he says, his voice a bit softer. Karen tries a gentle squeeze, his hand stilling under hers. "Does this feel okay?" Plankton nods, his smile widening a fraction. Her heart racing with hope, she presses her cheek to his. "How about this?" she whispers. Plankton's antennae twitch, his body momentarily still. "Not now," he says, his voice a bit more present. Karen nods, her eyes stinging with tears. "Okay," she says, trying not to let her voice crack. She'll keep trying. Her hand moves to his shoulder, squeezing gently. "What about this?" Plankton's body tenses, his eye flicking to her hand, then back to the fan. "No," he says, his voice a firm rejection. Karen nods, her eyes never leaving his. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "I just want to help." Plankton's hand resumes its wave-like motion. "Help," he repeats. "Karen help." Karen nods, her eyes never leaving his. "I will," she promises, determined to find a way to connect with him. She decides to try a different approach, one that might bypass his sensory overload. "Plankton," she says softly, "Can you tell me what you're thinking about?" He nods, his hand still moving. "Fan. Spin. Like." Karen's chest tightens, but she nods. "Okay, Plankton. Let's talk about the fan." He nods eagerly, his hand stopping for a brief moment. "Fan," he says, his voice clearer. "Spin fast. Like." Karen takes a deep breath. "What do you like about the fan spinning?" she asks, hoping to engage him in a conversation that doesn't trigger his anxiety. Plankton's hand starts moving again, mimicking the fan's rotation. "Spin," he says, his voice still monotone. "Fast. Calm." Karen's eyes widen as she understands. "It calms you?" she asks, her voice tentative. He nods, his gaze finally leaving the fan to meet hers. "Yes," he says, a hint of emotion seeping into his voice. "Calm." Karen's mind races. If the fan's spinning is calming him, maybe there's something here to build on. "Can you tell me more about the calm?" Plankton nods, his hand mimicking the fan's movement. "Inside, quiet," he murmurs, his voice a bit softer. Karen's eyes fill with relief. "It's like white noise, isn't it?" she suggests, desperate to build a bridge between their worlds. Plankton's hand slows, his eye focusing on hers. "It's like white noise isn't it.." Karen nods, hope blossoming in her chest. "Exactly, sweetie. It's like it helps you focus, like it blocks out the chaos." Plankton's hand stops moving, his antennae drooping slightly. "Chaos," he whispers, his eye flicking around the room. Karen nods, her heart aching. "Yes, sometimes the world can be too much, can't it?" Plankton nods, his gaze still unfocused. "Too much," he agrees. "Spinning fan, less chaos." Karen's eyes well up with tears as she realizes the gravity of the situation. "I'm sorry," she says, her voice trembling. "I never meant for this to happen." Plankton nods, his gaze still unfocused. "Not Karen's fault," he says, his voice a robotic reassurance. "Invention go boom." Karen's eyes fill with gratitude, clinging to the knowledge that he understands. "I know, but I can't help feeling responsible," she says, wiping at her cheeks. Plankton nods, his hand starting to wave again. "Fan spin. Calm. Like Karen." Karen's heart skips a beat at the mention of her name. Maybe, just maybe, he's still in there somewhere. "You know, sweetie," she says, her voice quivering with hope, "sometimes people have different ways of seeing things. Like you and the fan. That's your special way of finding peace." Plankton nods, his gaze finally leaving the fan to focus on her. "Special," he repeats. "Plankton special." Karen smiles through her tears. "Yes, you are," she says, squeezing his hand gently. "And we'll figure this out together." Plankton nods, his hand still moving. "Together," he echoes.

NEW REALITY iii (Autistic author) "You know, Plankton," she starts, trying to keep the conversation going, "you've always been so clever with your inventions. Maybe this is just your brain working in overdrive, processing everything faster than ever before." He nods, his eyes still glued to the fan. "Fast," he agrees, his hand moving in the same repetitive motion. "Like fan." Karen tries to keep her voice even as she sits beside him. "You're right," she says, smiling. "It is fast." Plankton's hand stops moving for a moment, then resumes the wave-like motion. "Fast," he agrees, his eye never leaving the fan's rotation. Karen watches him, her mind racing. Could it be that he's just really focused on the fan? Maybe his brain is working differently now, focusing on details that she's always missed. She tries to find comfort in this explanation, but the emptiness in his gaze unsettles her. She reaches for his arm, hoping to ground him, to bring his attention back to her. But his hand jerks away, his movements quick and erratic. "Plankton, honey, are you okay?" she asks, her voice tight with worry. His eye flicks to her for a brief moment before returning to the fan. "Karen," he says, his tone flat and emotionless. "Water. Thanks." He takes another sip, his hand shaking slightly as he sets the glass down. Karen's heart clenches, wishing she could take his pain away. Maybe he's just overwhelmed, she tells herself. Maybe all this spinning is a way for him to calm down, to make sense of the world again. "Plankton," she says softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Look at me." He does, his eye meeting hers with a flicker of something she can't quite place. "You know, you can tell me anything." He nods, his gaze flicking back to the fan. "Tell Karen," he repeats, his voice a monotone echo. Karen's mind is racing, but she keeps her tone calm. "Plankton, sweetie, what do you mean?" He points to the fan again. "Fan. Spin. Like." His words come out slowly, as if he's trying to piece together a puzzle. Karen nods, her heart racing. "Yes, the fan spins. It's like when you tell me your grand plans for the Krabby Patty formula," she says, trying to draw him back into their shared world. But Plankton's eye doesn't even flicker at the mention of his lifelong obsession. Instead, he starts to rock slightly, his hand moving back and forth in the same pattern. "Spin. Fan," he mumbles, his voice a distant echo. Karen tries to ignore the fear creeping into her voice. "Plankton, what's going on? Why are you doing this?" Plankton's hand stops moving for a moment, then starts again. "Fan," he murmurs. "Spin." Karen's mind is racing, but she tries to stay calm. "It's okay, Plankton," she says soothingly, her hand still on his shoulder. "The fan is spinning. It's a simple machine, doing what it's meant to do." He nods, his gaze still locked on the fan's blades. "Spin. Yes." His voice is flat. Karen swallows hard, trying to find the right words. Maybe if she can get him to focus on something else, he'll snap out of this strange behavior. "LOOK AT ME!" She grabs his wrists.. Startled, Plankton's eye darts to hers, his pupil wide with shock. "Karen?" he asks, his voice tinged with anger. "Karen scaring Plankton." He says, his eye welling up with tears as he starts crying. Karen's heart shatters, she didn't mean to scare him, she just wanted to get through to his old self. "I'm sorry," she whispers, pulling him into a tight hug. "It's okay." Plankton's sobs are muffled against her chest, his body stiff and unyielding. Her eyes fill with tears as she tries to soothe him, rubbing his back in small, gentle circles. "It's okay," she repeats, desperation lacing her words. "You're okay." He pulls away slightly, looking up at her. "Karen, sad," he says, his voice still flat. "Why Karen sad?" Karen sniffs, wiping away her tears. "I'm just... worried about you." Plankton's eye widens, his expression unchanged. "Worry?" he questions, as if tasting the word. Karen nods, her heart heavy. "Yes, worry. It's when someone cares about you and is concerned about your well-being." Plankton nods, but his gaze slides back to the fan. "Fan spin," he says, his voice monotonous. Karen sighs, trying to redirect his focus. "Plankton, let's talk about something else. Like, what do you want to do today?" He blinks, his hand still waving. "Do today?" he echoes. "Fan spin." Karen's stomach drops. Maybe he's just fixated on the fan, but something in his voice sends a shiver down her spine. "Plankton," she says softly, her hand still on his back. "I know you're not feeling like yourself right now, but can you try to focus on me for one minute?" "One minute, sixty seconds," Plankton murmurs, his hand continuing its rhythmic dance. "Yes, that's right," Karen encourages, despite the sinking feeling in her chest. "Can you tell me what you see?" Plankton looks at her, his expression still eerily blank. "See Karen," he says, his voice devoid of warmth. "See bed. See wall." Karen's eyes widen as realization hits her. He's not just fixated on the fan; he's taking everything she says literally. "Plankton, I'm not sad about the fan spinning. I'm sad because you're not acting like you." He looks at her, then at the fan, then back at her. "Fan spin," he repeats, his eye searching hers for understanding. "No, no, Plankton," she says, her voice gentle but firm. "I'm sad because you're not okay." She takes a deep breath. "You're not you." He nods, his hand still moving. "Plankton okay," he insists. "Karen sad." Karen's heart breaks a little more. "I know you think you're okay," she says, her voice trembling. "But you're acting differently, sweetie. You're not the same." She decided to scan his brain. The brain scan results come back, and Karen stares. There it is, stark and clear: acquired Autism It's not something they can reverse.

NEW REALITY vi (Autistic author) "Plankton," she starts, her voice tentative. "Can we try something?" He nods, his eye still searching. Karen reaches over to the bedside drawer, pulling out a small, soft blanket. "This is called a weighted blanket," she explains, unfolding it gently. "It's like a hug from me without the pressure." Plankton's gaze flickers with curiosity. He nods slowly, allowing her to place it over his body, his eye closed as he feels the comforting weight. "It's good," he murmurs, his voice a mix of wonder and fatigue. Karen's heart lifts, a tiny victory in the face of the unknown. "It's like a hug," she says, smoothing the blanket over him. "It helps some people feel safe and calm." Plankton nods, his body relaxing into the embrace of the weighted fabric. Karen's eyes fill with relief as she watches his tension melt away. "Does it feel better?" she asks, her voice gentle. Plankton nods, his eye still closed. "Calm," he whispers. Encouraged, Karen pulls the blanket tighter, mimicking a gentle squeeze. "Good?" she asks, her voice a soft query. Plankton nods, a smile ghosting over his lips. "Good," he agrees, his voice a faint whisper. Karen's heart skips a beat. "I'm here," she says, her voice a soothing melody. "I'll always be here to help you find your calm." Plankton nods, his eye still shut. "Calm," he whispers, his body sinking deeper into the blanket's embrace. Karen's eyes fill with tears as she watches him. She's found a way to connect, a way to bring him comfort in a world that's become too much for him. The weight of the blanket seems to anchor him, still the storm in his mind. "I'll get us through this," she whispers, her voice filled with resolve. "We're a team." Plankton's antennae twitch slightly, a sign of his agreement. "Team," he murmurs, his breathing evening out beneath the blanket. Karen's eyes shine with hope. "Yes, we're a team," she repeats, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Now, try to get some sleep." Plankton nods, his hand reaching up to trace the edge of the blanket. "Sleep," he murmurs. Karen watches him for a moment longer, then stands slowly, not wanting to disturb his fragile peace. She moves to the door, her hand on the knob. "I'll be right outside if you need me," she says softly. Plankton nods, his hand still tracing the blanket. "Karen," he whispers. Her heart squeezes. "I know," she says, her voice a gentle caress. "I'll be right here." With one last look at him, she steps into the hallway, closing the door behind her. The house feels eerie in its quiet, the weight of the silence pressing down. Her thoughts race, her mind a whirlwind of fears and uncertainty. How do you navigate a world that's suddenly become so overwhelming for someone you love? Karen leans against the closed door, her eyes brimming with tears. She can't bear to leave him alone, but he needs rest. With a heavy sigh, she forces herself to step away, determined to give him the space he needs to adjust.