Lucas

[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.

Ah.  Um.  H-Hello?  This is a telephone, right? . . . You talk into it and other people talk back?  Excuse me!  Is anyone there?  . . . I'm not sure if it's working . . . Well, if anyone's listening, I need to know.  What happened after the Dark Dragon came?  The world was destroyed, but . . . I didn't think it'd be reborn so quickly.  A-Actually, this doesn't look anything like what I thought the new world would be . . . It's not like Tazmily Village at all.  I thought . . . I thought after I pulled the Seventh Needle, everything would just, well . . . go back to the way it was before.  . . . I guess I was wrong.

Oh, I'm sorry.  You probably don't know who's talking.  My name is Lucas.  You've probably heard of me; I'm the one Porky called out to fight.  I hope you've all realized the truth by now.  I don't blame anyone except Porky for what happened, but . . . Well, that isn't important.  Does anyone know where my dad is?  Flint?  Or Kumatora, Boney and Duster?  I ca -- . . . Huh?  What is . . . AH!

No way!  Wh -- What's a Happy Box doing here?!  After everything we went through . . . Haven't you all learned from your mistakes by now?!  This isn't right.  I've got to take care of this.

[Moments later at 846 Goldberg Street, a television falls out a second story window and smashes to the ground.  This is followed by several wads of dollar bills, a smattering of coins, and a radio.]