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[The comic opens on a blue background. Sam and Max are talking but are not seen.
Sam: "So who are you anyway?"
Max: "I dunno. I dunno most thing!"
Sam: "I know that. But how do I..."]
[Sam: "Oh! I know your name. You're Sam - I mean, Max. You're a - ghost."
Max: "Don't be rude, you never learn any manners?"
Sam: "You sure didn't, little pal."]
[Sam and Max are sitting on a patch of circular grass, with the blue sky surrounding them. Max is a ghost, he is the Max that Sam had lost. There's a strange rope-like creation nearby them.
Sam: "When I look at you I feel something weird."
Max: "Most feel nausea when they look at me! I'm proud of it."]
[Sam: "I'm not well-acquainted with this emotion. Guilt? 'S just tastes like that time we ate all those parfaits."]
[Max: "It's nothin' and everythin'. It's like cracking open a skull and pouring out honey."]
[Sam, looking a little annoyed: "What? You're talkin' like an English major and you're makin' less sense than usual, little buddy."]
[Max points to the right, to where the rope-like creation leads.]
[Pulled back, there is an enormous swirl of colors before them, completely dwarfing Sam, Max and their little patch of land.]
[Sam, now holding a paw to his forehead and grimacing: "You're dense, pal. All that's doing is giving me a headache."]
[Max, still pointing to the colorful vortex: "That thing is what's dense. And so are you!"]
[Max is holding his paws to his chest, almost somber: "You forgot the sound of absolution."]
[Max, now throwing his paws in the air and looking more cheerful: "An' the acoustics screamin' gives!"]
[Sam, pressing a paw to his ear and looking more casual: "I'm hearing tinnitus which is normal whenever I listen to you."]
[There's a rabbit-like eldritch monster silhouetted against a red sky. The rabbit-like eldritch monster is outlined with a sickly green color and shadowed completely except for a reddish wound in his chest, caused by an impalement.]
[Sam pauses, as the sky darkens around him for a moment. That wasn't something conjured up by REM sleep: that was a memory.]
[Sam, looking forlorn and pressing his paw to that same spot on his chest: "...Why does my chest hurt?"]
[Max holding his paw up in a blasé gesture: "Could be a heart-attack."
[The swirl of colors is shown again: "Or the color of memories."]
[Sam and Max's paws are show close together but not touching. "Either way, it don't matter."]
[Sam and Max's paws are now intertwined: "You got me, I got ya."]
[It cuts to outside of the dream. Sam and Max are asleep in bed together with Sam holding Max close. The dialogue is reiterated over and below them: "You got me. I got ya."]