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Okay..

- Just breathe.

- Oh, come on!

Just try to calm down.

What are you saying here?

- You think this is...

- Consciousness.

- No, this is impossible.

- Maybe it is, maybe it is't.

Where the hell are you going?

- What are you looking for?

- My room.

- What do you think?

- No.

Come on.

This can't be happening.

You understand that this can't be happening, right?

Well... it is happening, isn't it?

God how do you so easy it? And beside it isn't March 14th.

- Maybe it is.

- That will mean that the bus was two months ago Freddy.

Yeah, and maybe that's why we woke up looking...

like walkies.

But if this isn't real, I mean that what you're saying right...

Well I don't know what's real and what's not!

But the voices we heard,

were coming from your room, that room, right?

And it seems to be recording constantly, like it's live.

Maybe we've been out for two months.

So why did we wake up today?

What happened to the last eight weeks?

Listen, if what they said about you is true...

- and if it is really March 14, we have got...

- Three days.

And the darkness...

That is why the darkness is moving towards us.

In three days, everything will be gone.

How do we get out?

I think we have to go through it.

Have you forgotten, that if we get too close to this stuff,

we'll start to feel sick?

And... and the battery and the car strech today.

Worse things are gonna happen,

if we stay in there in too long.

Yeah... well, if you have a better idea, I'm all ears.

Just...

- just stay close to me... okay?

- Oh sure, you'd like that...

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, you were obviously henning me on the bus.

And not very subtle, right away.

Well, that was before I realized that you are...

a complete spas.

I am far from all right Freddy, let's go back!

We will not!

Wait.

Then hold on!

I've seen this before.

Oh, holy sh*t!

Maybe I get lucky.

Don't count on it.

One down for a thousand.

I seriously don't feel well, Freddy.

Okay, I know that doesn't mean anything to you.

Yeah, yeah, I feel it too, just... give me a minute.

Where do you think that this chain leads?

- You're pale.

- It's the nicest thing you have said to me all day.

I think we get better out of here.

- Wait.

- What is that?

Come on!

Give me the keys.

Give me the keys.

Give me the damn...

You could not just hand me the keys?

I'm sorry,

What the hell was that?

Where are you going?

Just wish me luck.

Oh my God!

Oh God, Freddy!

Well! Sh*t!

Come on!

Yeah!

Okay, okay!

Aaaahh! Oh God!

Yeah,

I think that one's been already here for a while.

Come on, you need to hurry up.

- Where are we going?

- Oh, we know that the roads are blocked,

but we haven't tried the water yet.

That doesn't seem likely at this point, does it?

- That's a great attitude.

- I'm sorry.

I just discovered that we are in a coma,

and that we might be dead in three days.

And... and now there's some kind of large creature,

not to mention I am sure of my mind.. or my soul, or...

You what?

Country geeg?

I was gonna say stranger.

Come on.

- What are you doing?

- It's where I grew up.

The river is back there.

It hasn't looked like this in years.

- Phil.

- Is that your dad?

No. My stepfather.

Hey Bud...

Listen, your mom asked me to, uh...

well, to talk to you about what happened at school today.

Nothing happened.

- You got into a fight.

- So?

They say you stole somebody's lunch money.

That is not true.

Listen, I believe you, but uh... your mom...

you know, she... she is losing patience with you, Freddy.

You know...

after what happened a few weeks ago and now this.

She just wants to ship me out somewhere.

Well, if you're not careful, she's gonna stop threatening,

and actually go through with it.

So why don't you do something about it?

Look, she wanted to keep you grounded all day,

and I talked to her to let you go to the carnival.

- How did you do that?

- Don't worry about it.

Now, I got something for you.

I know you really are not in this kind of thing,

but...

it's a majorly ball, it's the real deal.

Why don't we go, you know, and hit a few .

Um... yeah... maybe later.

I'm just trying trying to finish something right now.

Yeah, don't worry, no... no problem, I just uh...

take a rain check.

Um... uh-hmm... listen, just stay out of trouble, okay?

All I cared about was comics.

They were my escape...

I guess they still are.

What kind of comics is it that you like?

My favorites are hard comics.

You know, supernatural tales of the

paranormal, from other worlds.

All the "Cliffhangers".

I find "Cliffhangers" somewhat cruel.

In my opinion, there is nothing better, then a big continue...

"To be continued" is just another

way of saying "is not over yet."

When I was a kid, I wanted to be a play writer.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

I wrote these horrible plays, I mean horrible.

And then we played a plays, pretending

I was the one who had written them....

So don't 'critique' my...

impressive vocabulary,

my genius plot twists.

I have... I have never told anyone, that it was stupid.

No, it's not.

- Why did you stop?

- I wasn't any good.

At least you tell me.

And why do you keep going?

Because I loved it.

And I discovered that...

some people are just a**holes.

How can they pull you through

life support, if it's against the law?

Not if it is a real one.

Why would you do that?

My aunt raised me, she was...

basically my mom...

Anyway, there... there was an accident,

and she spent the last year of her life...

in a hospital bed, unconscious.

And I didn't want that to happen to me.

I'm sorry.

You believe we have... spirits...

and souls?

You said soul earlier in the store.

- Minds are our souls?

- Oh, I don't know.

I just wondered if they uh...

explore when we sleep, the souls?

Maybe that's what dreams are.

- I don't think we should split.

- I agree.

Do you know that you can tell a lot

about a person from their bedroom?

The last thing I need right now is for you to analyze me.

Okay, let's hear it.

Well...

You're very need, habit to a fall.

And the way you have got...

the little boxes all out placed against the wall.

Weirdo?

I see you,

with a copy of "Beowulf" for a little light bedtime reading.

You sleep alone, always on the same side of the bed.

And you keep a pillow on the other side,

as if it is holding out for someone.

You know you're not alone, Ana.

This is the one you were drawing in your room.

Yeah!

- It looks just like the door.

- And what if it is that?

- Huh?

- Wait.

Look...

- keys, candle.

- None of this is real.

So why don't we just imagine our souls out of here?

Well, try it! I have!

But it doesn't make sense, any of it.

Unless it is real.

This place , it could exist in some alternate dimension,

some spiritual dimension maybe.

I mean it's obviously a copy of the other town.

One that we live in,

but that doesn't mean it isn't real, right?

I mean how do you define real?

I don't know.

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