Colmes

Liebe	"Close your eyes, thing. Close your eyes and sleep. Awaken soon." Mal's words are command, and he is king in this space.
	Ragazzo	He does so, trying to lie back, and think of england.
	Liebe	Mal exhales and looks to the sky, breathing a great exhale of effort. The technicolor poison around him shadows and darkens. "A grand pity."
	Liebe	Pause.
	Liebe	Sleep sets into the vestiages of Colmes' forefront, and he has a dream. A grand dream of men from other worlds who look like him, of blonde, beautiful women. A dream of friends and adventure, of danger and murder.
	Liebe	The dream seems so real...but no, it is time to awaken. Do you not hear your alarm bell ring, Lance? That's right - Sherlance was nought but a cruel joke, a psuedonym given to him by a family that did not exist.
	Liebe	Open your eyes, Lance Dryer. Open your eyes, awaken from a dream. You are 23 years young, the top shooter for Eaton, and significant other to a blushing bride. You may have gotten a tad too drunk at the pub last week and gotten a strange snake tattoo on your ankle, but it is no matter.
	Liebe	Awake, Lance. Throw off your dream shackles.
	Liebe	You are your own man.
	Liebe	Wake up.