Lucas

[A factory foreman arrives early in the morning at 4:30 in the morning, a blank expression on his face.  His left hand is bandaged heavily, although this does not prevent him from personally checking on every beet shredder before the workers begin to file in.  Over the next few hours, he proceeds to make their already hellish jobs worse.]

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[Lucas is everywhere that morning.  Deathly quiet and menacing, he approaches anyone who is slacking, a term that includes anyone who does not churn out canned beets at a rate of at least 2 cans a minute.  Missing an arm?  Have a beating.  Exhausted?  Beat for the sake of glorious beets.  Freshly wounded?  Alright, ten second break and drip some of that blood into the beets for more flavor.  Before an hour has passed, Lucas's stick is stained a dark crimson.]

[He awoke in a bed.  That was strange.  He had gone to sleep on a chair, having successfully made it around the neighborhood to visit anyone who was ailing.  The Netherlands hadn't yet returned when he'd snuck back into the house, pretending as if he had never left in the first place. What was even stranger was that he was apparently in his pajamas and . . . looking out the window . . . There was no haze.  There was no rubble.  There were no hazmat men.  There were no corpses.

 . . .

He slowly walks downstairs as if in a trance and sees the familiar sight of his kitchen.  Tears immediately coming to his eyes, the boy rushes to the telephone.]

Hello?!  Is this Mayfield?  Am I . . . Am I back?!   Did we win?  Did . . . Did we all make it?  Is everyone.  Is everyone OK?  Mr. Netherlands?  Mr. Netherlands, did we beat them?

Is this real . . . ?  If this is really Mayfield, someone please answer me.  There were so many things we found in Westport.  And last night -- Last night, that voice.  Richard Grey's last message.  You all heard it too, right?

EDIT:
Kay's right.
We all found clues over there that everyone should see.  I have a copy of the note that Kay and I found in the library and the one that Miss Alice and I found in the car.  If anyone wants to come see them, that's fine.  We should all get together sometime soon.

Porky said that he was barred from all other worlds and timelines until he ended up in the Nowhere Islands.  Somehow, I must've gotten through.  I wonder why?  Maybe . . .  Maybe this world needs saving, too.  Maybe we're all here for a reason.  But I . . . I'm really tired.  I'm really tired of having to fight . . . I thought everything would finally get back to normal.  The way they were before Porky came and changed everything.  But I guess.  I guess things won't ever get back to the way they were before.  Even if I do get back home.  And until then, I'll be stuck here.  . . . Alone.

Mom . . . Mom, are you still with me?  Even in this place?  And Claus . . . I saw you.  It looked like you.  It looked like so much like you.  For a moment, I was so happy . . . If you were still alive, I . . . I-It doesn't matter.  It wasn't really you, anyway.  Just another fake.

But you're happy now.  Right, Claus?  You're with Mom.  So . . . Are you with me, too?  B-But I shouldn't be so selfish.  You've finally got a chance to rest.  Please rest, Claus.  I hope . . . I really hope you're happy, wherever you are.  Brother . . .

. . . . . . .

I won't cry.  For the sake of everyone in Tazmily . . . I had to become strong.  And I . . . I won't give up now just because of this.  I know everyone back home is waiting for me . . . So I've got to be strong.  B-Because I promised myself . . . I wouldn't cry again . . . . .

*sniff*

[Lucas is outside in the park, talking to a sunflower.  Feel free to eavesdrop on anything he says, although he thinks he's alone.  Feel free to also catch him after his monologue, still holding on to the sunflower.  He'll be crying really, really hard.]