House of Dust Page #4

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crematorium downstairs.

Dylan, we're leaving.

Actually, now.

Dude, let me see your light.

Whoa, what's in here?

It's like old medical files

in here or something.

Patient records.

Now, Dylan.

Okay, okay.

Okay.

Yeah.

Let's go.

That was sick!

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Whoa!

Ring around the whatever.

This is what happens when

he doesn't take his medication.

Oh, man.

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

Your parents must be proud.

You are like a grade-A idiot.

I know. Come here.

No, wait, what? No!

Ow.

Where are they going?

I don't know.

Hey.

Look, just because

my friend's mentally challenged,

I don't want you

to hold that against me.

No.

Not bad for the unofficial

last day of summer.

The next year, I'm gonna

take you to the morgue.

If you're lucky,

I'll take you to the Sizzler.

Well...

Thanks for walking me home.

Yeah.

I know it was a...

'Cause, yeah, it's far away.

...detour.

Yeah.

I love that. Ahem.

I just wanted

to tell you that...

I... I think you're...

a beautiful person.

Thanks.

Like, really...

beautiful.

Thanks.

Good night.

Good night.

- Get off of me.

- Settle down.

Man #2:
You're all right.

Settle down.

Get away from me.

Just calm down, calm down.

We just need you to relax.

Calm down. No, get off me. Mom!

Calm down.

Calm down.

Dad, you can't leave me here!

Get away from me!

Emma.

What the f***?!

You freak.

I'm... I'm sorry.

Dr. Thomas.

Oh, hi, it's Emma.

Look, I'm really sorry

to call you so late,

but, um, something's wrong.

I think...

I think my meds are off.

I keep, uh...

I keep seeing things again

and I keep hearing things

and there's whispering

and I don't know what to do.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Yeah.

No, I'm okay.

Okay.

Okay. Thank you.

Yes, good night.

Hey.

Hey.

Bad dreams?

Yeah.

The worst kind.

Shh, shh, shh.

Shh.

You're gonna make me cry.

Shh.

I'm sorry, I didn't...

I didn't mean to wake you.

No, no, shh.

I'm the one

that should be sorry.

I mean, I'm so sorry

we went into that place.

I mean, Dylan's a good guy,

but he can get carried away.

No, no.

I'm overreacting.

I... I always overreact.

Shh, come here.

Come here.

Here, sit down, okay?

Just catch your breath.

Be right back.

Let me just try something.

I think you'll really like it.

Thanks.

Mm-hmm.

My mom used to brush my hair

when I'd have bad dreams

and couldn't sleep.

You should wear

your hair like this.

Kolt would like it.

You think?

Mm-hmm.

He likes you.

A lot.

What?

Nothing.

Nothing, I'm fine.

It's not Dylan's ghost, is it?

No. No, I'm just...

just jumpy from the dream.

It's okay.

Shh.

Looks good.

I love it.

It's a perfect chance.

Hi.

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