Joseph...ah! Now that's a sight for sore eyes! F**k. He looks serious. What is he doing? Joseph stares deep into the eyes of his own reflection. Stop it. Just stop. You are dead. You will never matter to her. Not to anyone. Just play with your toy and stop dreaming. Um. What? Hey. Are you OK? It's been years. It's my fault for being...sentimental. The fact that Julian's experience had such a lack of impact on the world bothers me. Even before his death. It's like our parents decided from day one which one of us they favored. Joseph's dreams must be supported at all costs. Julian's will be forgotten at best. Julian was just like me, huh? Just like...ah. I've said too much. Would you leave me alone? The way he pushes you away emotionally makes you tear up. Why do I feel so rejected? Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...Cally! Dammit, clothes...! I'm such an idiot! I should have gone home from the start! AH! Wh-what...?! Sorry. Nothing personal, Polly Wallace. The man presses a cloth against your face. A sharp chemical stench hits you like a punch...and then you're out like a light.