Sans appears with no fanfare. It hadn't been hard to track Greg down, and the delay had really only been in getting himself together again after that mess. He'd worn himself out more than expected, and it looks like Greg has been doing much the same.

"Heh." Sans lifts a clawed food, and steps down hard on one of the smaller nightmares, crushing it beneath his toes, sending a few of the others leaping back and hissing. These ones can't hurt him - it's all a show.

"Hey. Universe," he prompts after watching the sleeping man for a short while. "Wake up, buddy." If need be, he'll give him a gentle poke with the end of his tail.