[He is sitting on a chair in an empty room, eating a banana. Outside, he can hear a crowd cheering and a band playing; there are some kind of festivities going on. The banana tastes good, like bananas tend to do, and the drumming from the music is seeping into his head, and there's someone else here, someone he knows but - not?]
What?
[The room's gone, but the drums haven't stopped. They're very faint, though, and he remembers this feeling from not so long ago. The waking up process suddenly happens a lot quicker.]
[There's someone here alright, but it's not the Master. That's - that's him. Himself.]
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What?
[The room's gone, but the drums haven't stopped. They're very faint, though, and he remembers this feeling from not so long ago. The waking up process suddenly happens a lot quicker.]
[There's someone here alright, but it's not the Master. That's - that's him. Himself.]
What?