Phantasm: Ravager Page #3

- [shouts louder]

- No, no, no, look, look.

See, eh?

See?

Wait, wait, wait, you...

Wait, you're... you're...

You're Dawn's farmhand, right?

[stutters]

Demeter!

You're Demeter, right?

- [hesitant tone]

- I'm Reggie.

[shouts]

[shushes, whispers]

Seriously!

[continues shouting]

[horse neighs]

[frantic neighs]

[horse screams]

[orb drilling]

[screams]

[silence]

Dude, bad news about your horse.

[orb whirs]

[wood creaks]

[whirring intensifies]

[creaking]

[silence]

[drilling]

[clattering]

[metal scrapes]

[orb whirs]

[Speaks Bulgarian]

Will you shut

the f*** up, please?!

[emotional speech]

- [shouts]

- No, no, no!

Now you f***in' did it.

[screams]

[drilling]

[gargled coughs]

[screaming]

[gagging]

No, no, no.

[gargled breaths]

MIKE:

Reggie.

Hey, Reggie.

You still with me?

Where'd you go?

Some place else.

It's all starting

to run together.

Hey, you got

to listen to me, Mike.

There's this threat.

Have you seen it?

[sighs]

Seems like I'm the only one

that wants to stop it.

Well, you told me about it

several times.

You know

the grave-robbing guy

from another dimension.

He does seem like

a pretty potent adversary.

You should know more

than anyone else.

I've been thinking a lot

about what you've been saying

over the last few weeks.

Seriously, you know,

there are...

There are some

schools of thought out there,

some philosophies, religions,

some quantum physics even,

that suggest the possibility

that one can be

in two places at once,

along some kind

of shifting time stream...

Parallel universes,

you know stuff like that.

There's this one theory

called membrane theory.

It's the idea that

thousands of universes

are all sort of spherically

stacked against one another,

and ours is just one of them.

At the places where

these universes touch...

Uh, I'll just send you the book.

Mike, you're not

listening to me.

Books, I don't need!

A f***ing four-barrel shotgun

is more like it!

Man, you are not

listening to me!

Wake up!

That son-of-a-b*tch

put me here!

He put you here too!

- Wake up, man!

- Don't get agitated.

Okay?

Please, just relax.

All right?

It's probably time

I should bring you back.

Everything's all right.

MICHAEL:
[voice echoes]

Everything is all right.

[deep pitch, garbled]

Everything's all right.

[rattling]

[owl hoots]

[mutters]

MAN:

[voice echoes] Reggie.

[loud creaking]

[orb whirs]

[sighs]

[heavy breathing]

I don't know, Mike.

Do I want to die here...

a crazy old man in some bed...

my body eventually...

thrown in a box

and stuffed in

a wall somewhere...

[heavy breathing]

rotting away to nothing?

Or do I want to

go out on my feet...

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