I do! [It's a well-chosen change of subject, Papyrus bounces back from his contemplation to his usual energy.] All the children disappeared, and I swear it's a different house... but the car's still in the garage! It even has that scrape along the door...

[For somebody who wants to think the events of October and now are dreams, he's genuinely enthusiastic and even fond about that lingering scratch. Truly, that car is his real child here.]