Mars et Avril Page #4

to bring you back.

You'll have to find it within

yourself to come back to reality,

with or without April.

It's ridiculous!

Risks are minimal for the copilot.

This journey will take place

in your unconscious.

That is often

where archetypes take control.

Let it happen, but be vigilant.

You will be the one

creating problems

and only you will hold the key

to solve them, like in a dream.

Like in a dream.

I'm starting the unconscious

feedback process.

Takeoff in five, four,

three, two, one...

Have a safe trip, gentlemen.

I'm the prisoner

of my own dreams

and reality is suffocating me!

I'm going crazy!

- You're not crazy.

Perhaps you're perceiving reality

in a new way?

This time, I really am

on Planet Mars, right?

Well, actually...

We're not really on Mars.

But what about April?

The young lady that

was accidentally sent to Mars...

on this teleporter!

Where is she?

...a beautiful woman named April...

Then how can I find her?

The answer...

Good luck!

To what do we owe the honor?

Doctor, you've been on 3DV,

so tell me the truth.

The Marsonautes' saga is a hoax,

isn't it?

Who told you such a thing?

The Marsonautes themselves.

Really?

You have a truly odd spirit.

It can't distinguish dream

from reality.

I can't stay.

Someone is expecting me.

Where?

On Mars!

Safe journey, Mr. Obus.

Off you go.

Arthur!

Where are we?

And where is April?

Vacuum...

We're in the heart

of the instrument,

where air turns into sound waves.

You mean we're inside our instrument?

Of course!

Where else could we be?

And you think April

is down there?

Where else?

Air only travels one way

in an instrument.

We must follow the breeze.

My friend,

we're about to find out

how much air you have left in you.

The theme of my research is vacuum.

But I must warn you,

the negative

only captures the truth.

We're about to find out

if you're still inspired.

Tell me about your most

beautiful experience.

This is where sound waves

are forever lost in infinity.

As soon as the music is released

from the instrument,

it no longer belongs to us.

I'm happy, my friends.

I feel complete.

Isn't that blue spot

over there Earth?

Yes, and it's time to go back!

The model before

the instrument maker.

No, you go first, Arthur.

Goodbye, my friend.

We made it... together.

Let's talk about it later

over a Dry Fueltini.

The muse before the musician.

There are no internal commands

in this teleporter.

The unit is activated

from the outside.

It was designed

to bring people to Mars,

not to take them back to Earth.

Someone has to stay behind

to make sure that others can leave.

Which means...

That I'm staying here.

No, that I'm staying here with you!

It is time to go back

to Earth now.

Not without you!

Otherwise, how will I breathe?

How is he?

Your friend is still alive.

But his mind is not responding.

I'm afraid that the process

is irreversible.

His lungs are still

in very good condition.

A patient who is unable to breathe

just landed here.

She needs a lung transplant

right away.

She is the first female Marsonaute.

- April!

- Jacob did it!

We could use artificial lungs...

but nothing compares

to the breath

of an old musician.

This is not death, Arthur.

It's a rebirth.

Famous retired musician

Jacob Obus

has drawn his last breath.

It is believed that

this last breath could be felt

as far as Planet Mars.

In fact, as crazy as it may sound,

we are receiving musical waves

live from the Red Planet.

I leave you

with Jacob Obus's

final performance.

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