After God's container had contentedly finished dinner, Russell took it back and transformed back into himself.
Seeing Alice revert back to Russell, Bad Day inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.
His whole being deflated like a ball whose valve core had been removed, leaning on the back of the chair and slowly collapsing at a visibly discernible rate.
Though he knew that this was not the real Alice, merely an illusion created by Russell, he couldn't help but hold his breath and stay quiet in front of Alice.
It wasn't tension based on panic or fear.
It was the instinct to present oneself better and remain reserved in front of someone he respected.
— Even though he knew the object of these feelings was false, he was happy to indulge in this deceptive nostalgia.
He was willing to deceive himself.
It was like someone who wanted to get drunk, who would get drunk with just one beer.