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-Where are you?

-I don't know.

-You thinking about me?

-Yes.

Always.

I can't stop.

-You said I was different.

-♪ Wait till the sun
shines, Nellie ♪

♪ When the clouds go
driftin' by ♪

♪ We will be so happy, Nellie

-♪ Don't let me hear
you sighin' ♪

-♪ I can't stand
to see you cryin' ♪

-♪ Down Lovers Lane
we'll wander ♪

♪ Sweetheart, you and I

-♪ If you will wait
till the sun shines, Nellie ♪

♪ By, by, and by

♪ Wait till the sun shines,
Nellie ♪

♪ When the clouds go
driftin' by ♪

♪ We will be happy, Nellie

♪ Don't let me hear you
make a sigh ♪

-♪ Don't let me hear you
make a sigh ♪

-♪ Way down in Lovers Lane

-Fuck you!

-You know, some things
may seem broken.

But it usually just means
you stopped trying.

Yes, sir.

May I?

-Thanks.

-You're gonna want clean off
the back seat of your car

so you can sleep lying down.

Gonna make living
on the road a whole lot easier.

-Squeeze it.

-I love you very much.

I love you.

I love you.

-Why? Why?!

Ah!

Stop it. Just stop it.

-Hi. It's Brenda.
I'll call you back. Bye.

-Hey, Brenda, it's Wes,
obviously.

Just calling you again
and leaving you a message again.

I just -- I just needed --
wanted to hear your voice.

Stop it. It's done.
It's done and dusted.

Just leave it.
Put the phone away.

Hey, it's me again.

You know, um...

Fuck off!

Maybe you and I...

Oh, you little fucker!

Get it together,
you pathetic piece of shit.

Yes.

-♪ I been around and I've played
the game ♪

♪ I've been in love before

♪ I'm so confused,
but I can't complain ♪

♪ I always knew the score

♪ All I need is another chance

♪ My heart is on the line

♪ But I'm all by myself

-Ah.

-♪ Running alone

♪ And I won't let another
lover slip away again ♪

♪ Somebody tell me, tell me

-Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Oh.

Oh, that's not -- no.

Oh.

-Everything all right
over there, my friend?

Over here.

Is that all of it?

-Yeah, I guess.

-Are you sure?

-Yeah, pretty sure I got --

That was it.

I didn't mean to disturb
your thing there.

-My thing?

-You're focus on
using the bathroom.

-Ah. A bathroom.

Interesting.
-Yeah. I guess.

As far as bathrooms go,
you got toilets, toilet paper.

Usually.

There's that.

I'm assuming since I didn't get
a good look on the way in...

...was kind of in a rush.

-I'd say you're forgetting two

of the most important
things here.

The two of us.

-Huh? Yeah.

-And if I'm here
and you're here,

that means the potential
for conversation.

So three things.

-I don't really see conversation
as being part of --

-Seems like a good place for it.

It's quiet, private,
and free from distraction.

-I'm not much of
a bathroom talker.

Okay?

-I hope you don't
mind me asking.

Are you recovering
from inebriation?

-Yeah.
Piss stinking inebriated.

All by my lonesome at this
rest stop here in...

wherever the hell
this rest stop is.

It's a nice little statement
on my life.

Oh, shit.

-Something wrong?

-Yeah, I just rubbed my face
after touching the toilet

and God knows what else.

-That's funny.
-What is?

-God knows what else.
What does it mean?

-It's just another way of saying
I have no clue what foul shit

is swimming around
in my eyes right now.

-Oh, well, in that case,
fecal matter, vomit particles,

and the various remnants
of semen,

as well as 127 different strains
of bacteria.

-Thanks.
That's strangely specific.

Not at all comforting.

-Would you like me
to name them for you?

-Not really.
-Very well.

There should be a sink out there
if you want to freshen up.

God only knows if it works.

-Sink's busted.

Oh.
-Oh, dear.

Well, I apologize.

-Don't worry.
I'm not blaming you

unless you're the maintenance
man or something.

-Unfortunately, I am not
in charge of

maintaining this establishment.

-Right now, I just want to wash
the vomit out of my eyes.

-Remember, it's not just vomit.

-Yeah, I got it.

-Well, we've just had
our first conversation.

Turns out you might
actually be a bathroom talker.

-You caught me on an off day.

-What do you mean by off day?

-I don't usually hang out
in public restrooms

with no pants on.

-Oh. So you're naked
from the waist down?

-No. No, I-I got underwear on.

-You know, we've spoken
quite a bit already,

yet we don't know
each other's names.

-That's true.

-Well?

-Wes. My name's Wes.

-Very nice to meet you, Wes.

May I speak freely, Wes?

-Uh, sure.

-Would you mind stepping back
into the stall?

-Yeah. No, I'm good. I'm good.

-You're not in the least
bit curious

as to what I have to say?

-I'm just not into
conversations with random dudes

hiding out in bathroom stalls.

-Yes, well, I wish I could do
something about that,

but unfortunately, this is where
I find myself presently.

-You got like a stomach bug?

-Some things are
beyond my control.

-Well, just hang in there,
buddy.

I'm sure it'll work itself out.

-I appreciate your
optimism, Wes.

-Okay.

-Don't you want to know my name?

-Uh, sure.

-Now, in order to properly
pronounce my name,

I'll need you
to do two things.

First, stick out your tongue
then grab the tip of it

gently between your first finger
and thumb.

-What the fuck?

Seriously?

-I know it's a peculiar request,

but I promise it is necessary.

-Okay.
-You're doing it?

-Yeah.
-Very good.

I haven't had a chance to tell
anyone my name for so long.

I'm very excited.

-I'm glad I can help you out.
Let's speed it up.

-Okay. So you're holding
your tongue?

-I'm holding my tongue.
-Excellent.

Excellent, excellent.
Now repeat after me.

Got another one.

-Got another one?
-Slow it down a bit.

-Slower and grip tighter.

-Gha...ta...no...tho...a.

-Yes, that's it!

-Ghatanothoa?
-Yes!

-What? Your -- Your name
is Ghatanothoa?

-Indeed it is.
Sorry for the theatrics.

I'm a bit of a stickler
for proper enunciation.

- It's fine, man. It's --
It's an interesting name.

-It's the name of a very lonely,
very old god.

-That's who you were
named after?

So, like, hippie parents?

-Not quite.

I am he.

-You are who?

-I am he.

I am that god.

-Huh. Okay.

So, what is this,
some weird role playing shit?

It's like a larping session.

Do I get
to pick a god name, too?

How about Thor?

-Would you like me
to call you Thor?

-So you're a god living in
a rest stop bathroom in a stall

that's glory hole adjacent.
Is that it?

-I suppose in some mythologies,
you could say demigod.

Titan would be more accurate,
but those are human constructs,

limiting the full understanding
of what I truly am, Thor.

-Yeah, Wes is fine.

Don't do that!

-Do what?

-Do not attempt to look at me.

This is your only warning, Wes.

-Is everything all right?

-Yeah.

Yeah. Everything's great.

-Wes.

-What's that, baby?

-I told you not to look
in the stall.

-The fuck?

-I warned you, Wes.

-No, no, no, no.

Cut the shit.
What the fuck was that?

-I'm trying to explain
everything,

If you would just --
-Bullshit, asshole!

-Calm down.

-You saw me outside, huh?
You saw me outside.

You -- you shot me
up with something

while I was passed out.

-And whatever you gave me is
starting to kick in now. Right?

-Don't be silly, Wes.
-What was it? Heroin? PCP?

Some experimental Russian
hallucinogenic neurotoxin shit?

-Did you see her?

-See who?

-She's so tied to your misery

that she's practically here
with us now.

-You don't know shit.

-I know everything.

In fact, I could provide you

with the names
of all 12 contributors

to the fecal matter
currently on your shirt,

hands, and face.

Would you like me to do
so alphabetically

or chronologically as to
their date of contribution?

-You need help, man.

-Technically, Wes, I'm neither
man nor woman.

-Why won't this door open?

-I'm sorry, but you're not going

to be able to leave
until we're done here.

-Are you doing this?

Are you doing this?!

What is this, some kind of
remote locking mechanism?

-We're not finished.

-Open the fucking door!

-I'm sorry you're so upset.

-Help!

Help me! Help!

Help me! God dammit!

-You're very agitated, Wes.

-What's happening?

-It's a layer of protection
to hide us.

-I don't like this.

-Are you agitated
because you saw Brenda?

-What did you say?

-Judging by the tenor of your
voice, you've clearly heard me.

I told you this wasn't random.

I knew you would walk in sad
and miserable,

tormented by regret,
full of feelings you've

never felt before.
-Aaah!

Looking for a way
to make them all go away.

-Fuck you!

I want out! Now!

Now!
Let me out, God dammit!

Let me out!

-No one is coming to
help you, friend.

You're all alone.

Just like you prefer.

-I'm not awake.

I'm still passed out
in the parking lot.

Having a really vivid dream.

-Wes, please.
-A fucking nightmare.

-You know that's nonsense.

-A disease filled dreamland

with a maniacal
bathroom stall monster.

God, whatever.

It's all a dream!

-Pull it together!
-Ah!

All right.

Whoa.

Makes me wish I had driven
the extra 40 miles

to the next rest stop.

-That wouldn't have helped.

-Why? Is there a troll
living in that one?

-I've told you this isn't
a chance meeting.

You were driven here
by an inescapable force.

-Fate?
-Yes, exactly, Wes.

I am sorry
for raising my voice before.

It's been a long time
since I've spoken to anyone.

-Yeah, you said that.

-Ugh.

-Careful.

-Please come back to the stall.

We need to talk.

Will you let me out if I do?

-I want so much to say yes,
but I can't be certain.

I don't want to make promises
I can't keep.

-Well, that's ominous as fuck.

-It's the best I can offer.

-What if I don't
like your offer?

-What choice do you have?

-What choice do I have?

-You can't escape, Wes.

And consider what just occurred.
Your only warning.

You may not gaze upon me.

Doing so will have
grave consequences for you.

-What kind of
grave consequences?

-To see my true form
would turn you into a horrid,

grotesque shell,
devoid of humanity,

a twisted affront to mankind,

filling hearts with
terror and fear.

A maniacal
being of pure madness.

A creature so hideous it would
make men cry out to the heavens,

demanding God explain
how something so foul

could walk upon the earth.

It would be a truly
horrible existence.

-Okay. Yeah.
I won't look into your hole.

So what's a god like you doing
in a place like this?

-I beg your pardon?
-It's just a little joke.

Forget it.

-You like to make jokes
when you're nervous?

-I do.
Hey, did you hear the one

about the guy stuck
in the bathroom with a god?

-So you are nervous.

-Wouldn't you be if you
were in my situation?

-I could never
take your part in this.

Our roles are very different.

-Lucky you.

Man, it would be really great
to know if I'm having a stroke

or just plain crazy right now.

-It's neither. I'm sorry.

What's funny?

-Uh, nothing. It's, uh --

It's actually more amusing.
I'm sorry. I hear that a lot.

It's like an automatic response
with no real meaning.

You just throw it
into a conversation

whenever there's a pause.

"I'm sorry."

You fulfilled your human
obligation for the day.

-I am being sincere
when I say it.

It can't be easy
to be you right now.

You didn't plan to end up here.
You didn't plan to find me.

But it was fated to happen here
at this exact moment.

-Isn't fate just
someone else's plan?

-In this instance, yes.

-So who's plan this is? yours?

-No. I'm a piece of this,
just as you are.

You can say we were both chosen.

-So, why me?

-Believe me, Wes,
if it was up to me,

I'd let you walk out that
door right now.

-So, who's it up to?

-I'm sure you felt something
strange in the air.

A change in the pressure,
a wind that doesn't blow

quite right.

The ground not as firm
as it once was.

Just breathe.

That's how it begins.

And then this feeling grows
in your premonition.

That feeling is what has been
pulling you

and I towards one another,

a force greater than gravity

has merged us into one
synchronistic orbit.

Our planes have rotated on
to the same axis.

-There's no way out, Wes.

-I have no clue
what the fuck is going on --

-Please accept that some things
are beyond your comprehension.

-What happened to
the mood lighting?

-My powers are getting weaker,

making it harder for me
to conceal our location.

I need to conserve my strength.

-Can you just tell me what do
I need to do to get out of here?

-The universe has
a favor to ask.

-A favor?

So, what is it?

Does the universe
need help moving? Hm?

Or maybe the universe
just needs a couple bucks.

I think I torched
my wallet last night,

but there might be some change
in between my car seats.

A fucking favor?!

This is coming
from the same universe

that's been taking a dump on me
for some time, man!

-You repeatedly blame the
universe for your problems, Wes.

Why haven't you
taken responsibility

for your own actions?

-You don't know me.

You don't know anything
about me, pal.

-We both know that's not true.

-Tell me about that knot
in the pit of your stomach.

-What did you do, Wes?

-This -- this is bullshit.

-I know this isn't easy for you.

-Just give me a minute.

-I need you to focus
on the present.

-Just give me a goddamn minute.

-You can't be here.
You have to go.

Now!

-Stay out of my head!

-You can't hide
in your memories.

-The hell I can't.

-I need your mind here with me.

-You said I was different.

-You said she was different.

-Shut up.
-You said she was different.

-You said I was different.
-You said she was --

You said she was different.
-You said I was different.

-You said she was different.
-Shut up!

-You said I was different.
-You said she was different.

-You said I was different.
-You said she was different.

-I told you not
to go back there.

-That's not fair.

-You have no concept of fair.

I said stop, now!

You will stay here,
and you will listen

to what I have to say!

-Wes?

-I'll stop.
But you cannot leave, Wes.

Not even into your memories.

-How about a story?

-Fuck you.

-Once there was a being
of pure energy

all alone in an ocean
of infinite nothing.

Until it discovered the power
to give physical form

to its thoughts and feelings.

This power disturbed --

Oh, sorry, the whole
ear bleeding thing

really freaked me out,
and I had to -- I had to go.

I'm still listening.

-This power dis--

Unbelievable.

This power --

-Are you done?

I'm done.

Continue.

-This power
disturbed him greatly.

It just couldn't stop
these thoughts and feelings

from filling the empty void.

They became
his unwanted children.

Enraged by their presence,
he set out to destroy them.

During the conflict, his oldest
child sliced through his side.

The blood that flowed
from the wound

filled the infinite nothing,

becoming the planets
and the stars

and life.

He watched in horror
as his precious void

filled with feelings.

He begged his children
to close the wound,

to stop any more new life
from forming.

His children agreed, but only if
he would let this new life

continue to exist.

He conceded.

But he so loathed humanity
that he secretly created

a being of pure destruction,
capable of undoing all life

and returning back
to the infinite nothing.

He created...me.

Doing so greatly weakened him,

allowing my siblings
to overpower him

and lock him away
in the deepest, darkest pit

in the deepest, darkest ocean.

Then they hid me away
in the ether.

And there I remained until now.

-Am I...

in Hell?

-What do you think Hell is?

-I used to think
it was other people.

And this here makes
a pretty compelling case.

-All cultures believe
in some kind of hell,

just as they believe
in some kind of God.

-I wonder how many of them
believe God hangs out in

rest stop bathrooms
waiting to blow up the world.

-I don't want that
to happen, Wes.

I want to stop this.

I've started feeling a
connection to life and humanity.

I'm starting to enter
into my corporeal presence.

-Yeah. You feeling
all right in there?

-My power to hide from my father
is fading.

He's already broken free
from his prison

and is searching for me.

Once I fully enter
into the material world,

I'll fulfill my father's
purpose for me --

the total annihilation
of all life in the universe.

-The total annihilation
of all life in the universe?

-And only you can stop
my transformation.

Only you can give me what I need
to return to my ethereal form.

I need you to satisfy
these feelings

that have awakened to me.

Quiet them.

There's only one
part of you that can do that.

-We're continuing to study
the works of the great masters.

And today we are discussing
the artist Shahud.

Most well-known for his
elaborate sculptures

and surrealistic vases,

he's considered to be
the founder of what would --

-Hey!

-Wes, stop.

-Is someone out there?!

-Depicting several nude
figures dancing atop

a three legged elk.

-Goddamn kids.

-This will not end well, Wes.

-Anybody!

-The pieces remain edible
to this very day.

-Hello?!

-The head was found
several days later.

-Help!

-...of abstract statues.

Many of which feel modern
in nature.

The countryside led to
an exploration of haystacks,

and he began to incorporate
these pastoral qualities

into his cubist seascapes.

These works continued
to receive little

or no attention.

Please! Help!

-What the hell is
this door locked?

Someone in there?

-Do not answer him.

You don't want this, Wes.

-I'm in here!

-Open the door. Now!

-Listen, I've been trying
to get it open all day, sir.

It's -- it's stuck!

-There will be consequences.

-Let me the hell in.

-Open the door, Ghat.

-So be it.

-The door!
-Hold it there.

Don't let the door --

Ah!

-What the hell
is going on in here?

Why are you blocking the door?

And where the hell
are your pants?

-It's a very long story.

-Did you sleep in here
last night?

-Passed out.
Are you the maintenance man?

-I'm the property supervisor.

-Gary. I see.

Sir, it is an absolute
pleasure to meet you.

You don't have a crowbar on you,
do you?

-What the hell
are you talking about?

-Why the hell won't this --

Did you do something
to this door?

-Look, I didn't do anything,
I swear.

-Well, then who the hell
is responsible?

-I am.

-Oh, you have a friend in here.

You know, there are hotels all
up and down the stretch of road.

Plenty of cheap ones, too.

-No, no, it's --
It's not like that, Gary.

-Well, whatever
the hell it's like,

just get this damn door open
and y'all move on

up out of here.
-Sounds great.

-I'm afraid that's not going
to happen, Gary.

-And why is that, fella?

-You're a part of this now.

-Oh, no. No, no.

No. No, Ghat.

Listen, I got an idea.

How about you open the door,
let me out.

Then you can explain
all of this to Gary.

And hey, maybe Gary can satisfy
your corporeal-ness.

-Gary has a different part
to play in this.

- The hell I do.
I'm calling the police.

-Good idea. Let's do that.

-Do you think talking to
the police

is wise, given your situation?

-Hey, maybe you can let me call
a cab first. Just a quick --

-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

You stay right there.
-Okay.

-Can't get a signal.

-I don't think Gary is aware
of the danger he's in.

-Yeah. Yeah,
I'm real scared now.

-Excuse me, sir.

There we go.

-Hang up the phone, Gary.

-Gary.
-One second.

-I said...
-Hang up the phone!

-What the hell you got
going on here?

-I-I don't know this guy.

I've had a seriously messed up
couple of days,

and I just want to go home.

He's the man you need
to speak to.

Go get him, Gary.

-All right, you, party's over.
-Party's over!

-You open up this door
right now,

and the both of
y'all get on y'all way.

-No!
-Listen to Gary, Ghat.

-As long as he is here,

he is a hindrance
to what needs to be done.

-Then let him stay and do
whatever it is you need.

-You were chosen for this.

As for Gary, now that he's here,
I can't let him leave.

He may tell someone
what he's seen.

That will bring a risk
of further interference.

I can't have that.

-Wait, wait. What --
What are you going to do?

-What has to be done now.

-Look, I'm not going to ask you
again, freak.

Let me the fuck out of here!

-Wes, step into the stall.

I'll take care of everything.

Wes!

-I'm sorry.

-What the hell is happening
with the lights?

-Oh, my God.

-Yes.

-Gary! Hang on to me!

-Please stop!

-Stalk much?

Are you stalking her?

-No.

- I'm just joking.

I'm just joking.

I don't really think
you're her type anyway.

-Why?

-Well, she's --
She's pretty hot.

I can see why you'd
go for her, but --

-But she wouldn't go for me,
you think?

-You think you got
to look at the eyes.

I mean, she's -- she's really
trying to explore

all of her options still.

-And I'm not...

I'm not?

-No.

You think that's what you want.

But I see someone
that's ready to settle down.

-Are you -- are you offering?

-Whoa. We just met, dude.

-Actually, we haven't.

I'm Wes.

-Brenda.

-Brenda.

-It's nice to meet you, Brenda.

-Nice to meet you, too, Wes.

-Brenda.

-There's something about them,
the fact they can go

from being so full of life
so quickly.

Wouldn't you agree?

Wes?

-I'm glad you find us
so fascinating.

-I feel like we've both learned
something from this experience.

-What's that?

-Exactly what my corporeal form
is capable of.

-I need to move around a bit.

-I do apologize about the mess.

I may have gotten
a bit carried away.

-No.

-I'd like to think
he'd be happier knowing

how important his sacrifice was.

-Too bad you can't ask him.

Why?

-I told you the fate
of all life in the universe

is at stake here.

I can't let anyone stand in
the way of what we need to do.

-What do we need to?

Specifically,
what do I need to do

to end this fucking nightmare?!

-You need to satisfy
my physical form.

And that's it?

-Of course.
-And then I can go?

-Yes.

-I don't think I can.

-I believe in you, Wes.

I believe you can rise
to the occasion.

Once you have given me
what I need,

your part of the ritual
will be complete.

-You can do it.

-I will then release
my hold on you.

I know. It's a lot to ask.

-I can't.

-Once we are done here, I will
return to my ethereal form.

My father will no longer
be able to find me.

-It's for the universe, Wes,
the whole universe.

-Even now,
I can feel his presence.

-This is not my happy place.

-It took a great deal
of his strength to escape.

In his current state,
my brothers and sisters

will have no trouble
returning him to his prison.

-Let's go, Gary!

-Once he is locked away,
the universe will be safe.

-If there's anyone out there...

-But he grows stronger
with every passing moment.

That's why it's so important
we do this now.

- Fuck it. Let's do this.

-It's a great service you're
performing here, Wes.

A service no one
but you can perform.

-Okay.
If you could just be quiet.

-Of course.

Ah.

-What the hell is that?

-What? Well, I thought --

-You thought your human penis
was going to save the universe?

The way you were --

Your genitals
are of no significance.

-Well, you don't have to be mean
about it!

So what exactly do you
want from me, then?

I need your liver, Wes.

-Wait. What? My -- my liver?

-Yes. A piece of it will do.

-Yeah, but I kind of need it.

-I'm not asking for all of it.

You could live a perfectly
normal life with just 25%.

It does regenerate.

-25%?
-Might I remind you

you were perfectly willing

to give me your penis
a few moments ago.

-I wasn't going to give you --

Let's just
move past that.

How, Ghat? How do you expect me
to give you my liver?

It is inside me. Hm?

What, you got a doctor
in there with you?

-I'm afraid not.

This sacrifice
must be given to me

by you willingly.

-Holy shit.

You're fucking nuts.
I'm not doing it.

I don't care
how many people it saves.

Oh. Oh.

-This is no time to be selfish.

-Selfish? Selfish?

Listen, you're talking about
cutting out a major organ, man.

Excuse me for being
a tad selfish.

-It's a moment of pain
and discomfort in exchange

for all life in the universe.

If you don't do this,
you and everyone else will die.

What could be more selfish?

-Well, I guess we're all just
a bunch of selfish assholes.

Might as well let us all die.

-I don't believe that.

Humanity is full of unselfish
acts of self-sacrifice.

-Then I got news for you, pal.

All those unselfish acts
were done for selfish reasons.

-You're wrong.
-Am I?

How about I tell you a story?

-We don't have time for that.

-It's my liver you want.

So you're going to listen
to my story.

Once upon a time,
there was my dad.

He worked a good paying job,
making enough so my mom

didn't have to work.

But God damn,
he made sure we knew

every fucking dime that came
into that house came from him.

He especially liked letting
my mom know.

He used it as an excuse
to torment her,

berating her in public,
cheating on her.

You know what he said to me
after she blew her brains out?

He said, "Son,
she was a selfish woman."

-This is not a productive
use of our time.

-You see, taking care
of me and my mom

seems totally unselfish,
but for him,

it was just a way to force her
to put up with his shit.

-Wes, I --
-So don't think for a second

that all those do gooding
assholes out there

don't have ulterior motives.

-Wes --
-Even Mother Teresa

was just out to get
a little first class upgrade

on her ticket to Heaven.

-I understand.
-No, you don't!

So let me be clear.
Kindness, generosity --

No, in the end,
it's all about control.

It's all about dominance.

A way to show you are
better than everyone else.

So don't come at me with
that altruism bullshit

because I grew up
with a dear old dad

who had a black belt
in that shit!

-Don't you at least want
to feel good about

something in your life?

-I stopped feeling
a long time ago.

-He's close, Wes.

-It's kind of beautiful.

Like a vast expansion
of nothing.

-What you said is not true.

-What's not true?

-That you stopped feeling.

It's the first time
in a long time,

but you're feeling something
right now, and it frightens you.

-Would you do it for her?

-I thought she was perfect.

Thought she was the one
who would fill the nothing

inside me.

Just make me normal.

But she wasn't.

Just like that,
she was like all the others.

-She didn't look at you
like the others.

You thought she would,
but she didn't.

She was hurt.
She was heartbroken.

She trusted you.

-I love you, Wes.

-And you broke that trust.

You devastated her.
You broke her heart.

You felt that pain,
and you cannot stop feeling it.

-Fuck you!

-I love you very much.

I love you very much.

I love you very much.

-Aaah!

Never felt pain like in my life.

-It was the smallest fraction
of what I'm capable of.

-I think I pissed myself.

-You did a little.

- I feel like death.

-I'm sorry I had to do that,
but I warned you.

I look like death.

-Wes.

-I look like death.

-Are you all right?

- I look like death.

-Please stop.

I'm gonna die here.

-You're wasting time
with these games.

-Wasting time?

Well, then let's
pick up the pace, shall we?

Daddy?!

What are you doing?

-You're looking
for your son, right?

He's here.

And he's been a bad boy, Daddy!

-Stop that!

-Come get him.

-What was that?

-He's found us.

Aaah!

Ah!

I can't protect us much longer.

You can't let it end like this.

Her memory has to be
worth something.

If the world goes away,
she goes away with it.

There won't be anyone left
to remember her.

Memories are curious.

They fade over time.

Or they can be taken from you.

It's hard when you can't recall
something that was so important.

A face that once
made you so happy.

Robbed from your memory forever.

-Why did you take her away?

-So you can see what's at stake.

-Just one more time.

Please.
I'll do what you want.

And I'll give you
what you asked.

Let me see her one more time.

Please.

-Very well.

-Hi.
-Hey.

-What's this?

-Um, two months, three days,

10 hours anniversary present.

Oh, my God. I totally forgot.

I'm going to run out right now
and get you stuff.

-No, no. It's too late.
Just open it. It's fine.

-Squeeze it.

-Okay.

-I love you very much.

-I think that bear
might be on to something.

-Thank you.

She was happy.

-And?

-And I was happy with her.

-And that frightened you.

Even now, your feelings
tear you up inside.

Feelings of loneliness, love,
compassion, hate

all fighting within you.

Pure and raw.

Locked away inside you.

That's what I need from you.

Let her live on.

-Will it hurt?

-Very much.

-It's on the other side, Wes.

-Ah.

-Hurry, Wes.
-Oh, please make it stop!

-You have to finish.

Aaah!

-What is this?

Ghat?

-It is finished.

I have returned to the ether.

The threat has passed.

-I saved the universe.

I'm a hero.

-No.

Heroes are remembered.

You will be forgotten.

And that's what you deserve.

- No.
- It's what we both deserve.

We are beings
of pure destruction, Wes.

-You and I don't belong
in this beautiful world.

-Goodbye, Wes.

- I see...

-♪ Wait till the sun
shines, Nellie ♪

♪ When the clouds go
driftin' by ♪

♪ We will be so happy, Nellie

-♪ Don't let me hear
you sighin' ♪

-♪ I can't stand
to see you cryin' ♪

-♪ Down Lovers Lane
we'll wander ♪

♪ Sweetheart, you and I

-♪ If you will wait
till the sun shines, Nellie ♪

♪ By, by, and by

♪ Wait till the sun shines,
Nellie ♪

♪ When the clouds go
driftin' by ♪

-♪ We will be happy, Nellie

♪ Don't let me hear you
make a sigh ♪

-♪ Don't let me hear you
make a sigh ♪

-♪ Way down in Lovers Lane
we will wander ♪

♪ Sweetheart, you and I

♪ We'll be so happy together

♪ But in all depends
on the weather ♪

-♪ Oh, Nellie

-♪ Oh, Nellie

♪ Don't just sit there
and sigh ♪

♪ If you will wait

♪ Till the sun shines, Nellie

-♪ In the sweet
-♪ In the sweet

-♪ In the sweet
-♪ Just be discreet

♪ And wait till the sweet
by and by ♪

-Party's over!
-Party's over!