He doesn't know much about white goats, but he does know the name Toriel. His non-existent heart sinks at the exact moment that name is spoken, and for that moment, it all feels so clear.

She'd been there. Only for such a short while, but she'd been there. When she left, he hadn't even really thought about it, at first. On to new places. He'd waved it all off. But now, he thinks about a door.

Dully, he raps his knuckles against the door and says:

"Knock knock."