it was a normal day in the well.... puzzle piece hadn't figured out where she was yet. she did have to admit, it was pretty. but even if it was pretty, it was repetitive. the same old orange floor, the same old orange sky. sometimes she would see red or pink mixed into the orange, and she would wonder if somebody had died there, but she would usually just keep walking. she never got hungry in this place, but every waking moment she seemed to crave food more and more. she had never taken food for granted, given that both her first caretakers, and her second caretaker had given her enough food to make her full every time they ate, and even more sometimes. she had taken the kindness for granted. 

that's when puzzle piece started to see something in the distance. it was a chair? maybe it was two chairs, and a table? she assumed it was another mirage, but still decided to go investigate. when she got closer, she could see that the chairs and the table were actually there. now that she was closer, she could see that there was a radio atop the table, and there was someone in one of the chairs? she approached the man in the chair, and he looked at her confused. it seemed he had almost lost his mind, but a part of him was still there. " Allô? Qui êtes vous? Pourquoi êtes-vous ici? Comment avez-vous... nous arrivons ici?" the tube of toothpaste said as he got up from his chair. puzzle peice sighed. her French was a bit rusty, but she decided to give her french skills a try. " Je suis une pièce de puzzle. Je ne sais pas exactement où nous en sommes, ni pourquoi nous sommes ici. Tout ce que je sais, c'est que nous sommes ici et que nous devons sortir of ici" puzzle piece replied. she sat in the other armchair and started to think, before picking up the radio. it shimmered in the light of the endless void and puzzle piece felt almost called to it. she then looked at the knob and the panel on top of it and looked concerned with the number of numbers that was the frequency of the radio. she sighed and looked back at the tube of toothpaste and smiled. "Comment t'appelles-tu?" she asked as she started to fiddle with the radio. he replied with a soft voice "mon nom est... julien" 

puzzle piece smiled and and said in an equaly soft voice. "Eh bien Jullain, je pense que nous allons être de grands amis"