NOOOOOOOOO! You're sick of this stupid simulation ripping away every single good thing that comes your way! The last time Pal got shut off, you at least had some hope of fixing it... but you don't think it's possible to use a beam on thin air. All you can do is hope that some version of Pal and/or Padget got preserved in TrueCorp's servers. You may not remember them when you wake up, but they deserve to keep existing in some form or another.

You're reminded of Mousimillian's death, and suddenly feel really bad for not taking Des's grief over a "stupid mouse clone" more seriously at the time. Back then, you were still reeling from the paranoia and isolation of fearing for your life... shrunken, isolated, and not knowing what was real or who to trust. You've had time to mellow out a bit since then though, and even though you ended up being right about being trapped in a nightmare, this place has just made companionship even more important to hold on to.