[The communicator flips on, showing Uck peering at it thoughtfully. His paw taps a button or two before he nods. The bumbler scurries onto the bed and perches on Michael's chest.]
"Ichael."
[When there's no response, the bumbler whaps him on the face with a paw.]
"Ichael."
[He lifts one of the angel's eyelids, peering at the eyeball beneath
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Shit. Where am I? This isn't Los Angeles. Is it?
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Same place as always, kid. Still World's End.
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Fuck. It was a dream then. We had this great place in Los Angeles, a huge house.
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You two okay?
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Thus far, yes.
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Good. Didn't know I was out.
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