Stitch Page #2
"I call death".
I call death.
Say it!
Say it.
I call death.
I call death!
I call death! I call death!
I call death.
I call death!
I call death.
I call death!
I call death!
I call death!
I call death! I call death!
I call death!
I call death!
I call death! I call death!
I call death!
I call death!
I call death!
I call death! I call death!
You call death!
Okay, guys, let's just breathe.
Deep breaths from the abdomen.
Wait a minute.
What's wrong?
Are you okay?
I can't remember anything.
Does anybody remember
planning this trip?
Sure. We, uh...
Honey.
I don't remember either.
Huh.
I can't remember a thing.
What?
What?
Oh, my God.
What?
I just saw something in the house.
I just saw something in the house.
Something in the house,
we're all outside.
Mars, babe.
You really scared
the crap out of me.
Yeah,
that was spiritual,
heavy breathing nonsense.
It's pointless.
Have you ever hallucinated
like that before?
No.
You okay, sweetheart?
It's not just your memory.
I can't remember how and
why we came out here.
How did our life get to
be such a nightmare?
Baby, is everything okay in there?
Yeah.
Come back to bed.
Yeah, in a minute.
Wake up.
Mars.
Marsden.
Mars.
Mars.
I want to know who did this.
Somebody speak!
I saw that burn in the fire.
Yeah.
Do you think this is funny?
No, not at all.
If this is your idea of helping people,
it's sick, it's f***ing stupid.
Look, Sera, I don't know what's going on
but there's no one here who'd do this.
Okay?
This is my daughter's doll.
I can still smell her scent in it,
I can smell her, I can feel her.
How dare you!
No, why don't you stand up for her?
Look, guys, there's got to be
a rational explanation, okay?
Did you do this, man?
Where's the needle and the thread?
Maybe you did it.
I'll find out.
Show you who your
friends really are.
Sera.
Oh, my God.
That trick was revolting.
I get it, shock therapy.
Why didn't you just tell me?
Did you think I was gonna stop you?
Look, if you want me to be part of
this whole spiritual guru thing,
we got to start
trusting each other.
Why do you think I would do that?
I didn't do that.
release the inner demons,
It doesn't make any sense.
Look, if this is gonna work,
we have to be a unified front.
Great.
She's tearing our room apart.
Damn it.
F***.
Colline?
Colline!
She okay?
Oh, my God.
What?
Who cut you?
No, no, no, no,
it's just stitched up.
What happened to you?
Listen, you guys stay right
here, I'll be right back.
Something hit me.
It burns!
Baby, it hurts.
Here, all together.
It's okay, just relax.
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