Diane hesitated, unsure how to react. But then, a gentle smile spread across her face. "Of course, BoJack. What game would you like to play?"

As he slumped deeper into his couch, a strange sensation began to wash over him. His mind started to drift, carrying him back to a time when life wasn't so... complicated.

As the night drew to a close, BoJack slowly began to snap back to his adult self. Diane watched as the spark in his eye faded, replaced by a weary resignation.