He's left or leaving, gone either way. Somebody shrieks. Everything's empty, blank white. The scene changes. Psychedelic tunnel, so entirely dream-clichè. People talking, fuzzy white noise. I'm in my backyard and seeing crows. I'm still mad that he's gone; that I'm stuck in this odd place alone, without him. I'm feel see-through, and the wind's blowing right through me. There's nobody to save me (from what? scenery?). An image of him appears, coming closer, looking as angry and afraid as I feel. His image smiles hugely, terrifying me, and gently whispers, "Stolen from SCREAM. Thanks." And then it all vanishes.
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