[This tape is dated a week after Frisk and Mettaton left together on Entry #36.]

The camera is now on. Sans is sitting in the drivers seat again, but he isn't driving. Instead, a phone was held against his skull as he ate a sandwich.

"Mettaton?" Sans asked the phone.

He clicked on the phone before setting it down in the cupholder between him and the camera.

"Meet me at Rosswood park tomorrow," Mettaton's voice came through the phone.

"Why haven't you or Frisk called? It's been over a week!" Sans said, "How is Papyrus?"

"Meet me. At Rosswood Park. Tomorrow." Mettaton was more stern when he repeated it.

"No, I heard you, but how has everything been?" Sans asked.

He stayed silent for a moment before leaning to the side to look at the screen, groaning as his face filled with utter annoyance.

"Fine, whatever, just hang up on me," Sans said.

The video cuts. The previously daylight sky was now dark, and Sans wasn't inside of the drivers seat. The door was open and Sans was standing outside, trailing back and forth in and out of frame with his phone in his hand. He looks down at it before throwing his hands into the air annoyance, returning to the car and climbing into his seat. The door thuds shut as he closes it.

The screen goes black.

[I go to bed in the car on the tape. Roughly forty minutes pass on it before this happens.]

All of the lights inside of the car were off now. The drivers seat was leaned back, a small think blanket covered over Sans who lay on that seat. His eye sockets were closed, and he wasn't moving.

Outside, in the dark night, someone moves into view through the window. A hood, unable to be determined by the lack of light. They trailed past the window slowly before disappearing from view.

The screen returns to black.

[I couldn't tell who was outside of my car, it was too dark to determine their features. Brightening the video didn't help.]

[I think it could possibly be the same hooded person Papyrus mentioned Burgerpants had been talking to in Entry #15. If it was Burgerpants, he'd be limping in this, so I don't think it was him.]