Kingdom Come Page #3

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Can you hear me?

Looks like he may have to cope alone

. Just like we do.

People? Can you hear me? People?

Hey. Where do I know you from?

- Me?

Yes. You look familiar.

- No idea.

Do you call yourself sometimes Chuck?

No. Charles.

Why are you asking me something like that?

I don't know you, buddy.

And you don't know me.

Sorry, buddy. I just want to find out,

where I know you from.

What is your last name?

Instead to ask so many questions,

you should better help me.

Did you hear that?

What makes such noises?

I don't know. But one thing is certain:

It's not gonna be so easy to get there down.

Hey, Rachel.

What are you doing here so alone?

Do you want to see someting really cool?

Come with me, little mouse.

Rachel? Are you OK?

Rachel?

You...

- What's going on? What?

Merely stay away from me.

Hey, what's your problem?

- You know it damn well.

What is she talking about?

- She goes crazy, that's all.

Hey. Where do you want to go?

What have you done to her?

- Let her go simply.

Hey, guys. Don't let me back.

Damn it.

What breaked you up?

This sh*t isn't real.

- Oh, this sh*t is very real.

What's going on? Is something wrong?

Don't you want to f*** me?

And me?

Or me?

You don't us anymore?

Go ahead.

No.

- That is what you want, isn't it?

Please, please...

Do you get an erection of that?

No?

And how about that?

Take what you want.

Anyway, that is what you do always.

Stop. Stop.

What are you doing? Sam?

Do you know what that was?

- I'm not sure.

Nothing makes sense here.

- Where the hell are we?

Does your thoughts make any sense for you?

None of them makes sense,

mine minds too.

What do you mean?

I mean, do you have any

strange thoughts?

Things that you haven't

thought about for years?

Because of some stupid reasons

I'm thinking all the time on people,

to who I've done wrong.

Yes, and?

- No idea.

The memories don't go away.

And what does that have to

do with that here? - No idea.

I just cann't stop thinking about

these things.

I had to...

I don't know that makes no sense.

But I

... - But what?

I was only 18

I wasn't even in

the position to...

Jess, what are you talking about?

Nothing. Nothing. Forget about it.

It isn't my fault.

I didn't want that.

Another one.

- Hey. This way, come on.

What the hell does happen here?

- DO we really want to know about that?

It's me.

Jesus. I'd almost cut

off your head.

Oh sh*t.

What was that for a cry?

I don't know.

I heard it and ran along here.

Who was the old man?

- Which old man?

I looked at the woman with the girl.

- Rachel?

Yes. The one with the thing in the thing.

- What happened to her?

I don't know. She has got freaky

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