It was Andy from the grave.

"Can you speak up?" Caroline, distracted anyway by something on TV, couldn't understand him.

"I said it's Andy. From the grave. That's the muffling, the grave."

"Well, it doesn't help you're such a mumbler anyway. Wait, do you mean you're actually calling from the coffin?"

"Not really," said Andy, "but I am dead somewhere. I don't feel like I'm in a box. I feel like I'm in a cloud."

"That could be the coffin. I saw it," Caroline remembered, "it was plush."

"That's nice."

"Listen, did you want something? I've gotta head out in...

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Just put it away, I don't want to play.

Come on.

Not now.

Come on, we're just sitting here waiting. You know it'll take forever for them to get back to us.

Okay, fine.

All right, who invented the hot air balloon?

I did.

No, the Montgolfier Brothers.

Well...

Listen, if you're gonna answer "me" for every question, it's not gonna be fun.

It's not fun.

You're a real drag.

I'm just having an off day. Let's sit in silence.

Let's try another question.

Fine.

What is next week's winning lottery number?

That's it. I've got to go.

Oh, come...

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Mal says, "Don't think this'll pass, and I'll cool down and think the chill of my loneliness can be warmed by blanket of your love. Your love is a cold, salty bar rag."

"I waited by your side for months until you healed. No one else ever came to see you," cried Layla.

"Yeah, well, who asked you? Maybe I put myself in that coma for a moment of peace. Christ, you can't take a hint. And get that kid outta here. Wasn't mine, even in theory.

"And neither were you."

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