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((I apologize in advance for being a drama whore. Indulge me. I am sorry.))

[The inhalation of Luke's hallucinatory gas has left Lucas in a terrible state. This is what he sees. The island of Tanetane . . . The island of nightmares and delusions. And though he knows that the images he sees must be false, he cannot help but succumb to his dark fears nonetheless. In fact . . . his mental delusions are so strong that anyone who comes near him may, perhaps, catch a momentary glimpse of his nightmares. Is this due to the gas lingering around his body or is this because of what is buried deep within his psychic mind?]

[Scenario 1]
Lucas has opened your mailbox and is rifling through the letters. The expression on his face is one of tormented anguish. Whispers can be heard if he is approached closely, though they do not appear to be made in his voice. "The boy named Lucas . . . The boy named Lucas . . . The boy named Lucas . . . . . . . . . . . . . . " There is a terrifying scream. It is not his.

[Scenario 2]
Lucas is shivering and shuddering as he takes his bath. His bath appears to be a dirty puddle of mud in the park. Or a dirty pool of water on the side of the street. Or a septic tank. Or a poison swamp. A pool of knives. A pool of nothing. Nothing after nothing after nothing after nothing.

[Scenario 3]
He's running towards you with a baseball bat. "Run!" His voice is harsh as he engages the massive smiling face beaming balefully from midair. Will you fight with him? Will you help him? He needs to get home before supper. Hinawa is coming home for supper. When is Hinawa coming home? Come home, Hinawa. Come home.

[Scenario 4]
He's running towards you with a baseball bat. " . . . Get away!" He swings at you. He wants to kill you. Let him kill you. You should die.

[Scenario 5]
Lucas is huddled, knees to his chest, on the ground in the middle of the street. All of his things are spread out around him as he holds his hands over his ears and rocks back and forth. Approaching him, you may see a shadowy image and hear a torrent of harsh, angry, deriding words. Why are you coming near him? What are you doing? What did you do to him? Huh? . . . . . . . . I did it to him? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . No. Don't go near him. Don't go near him. You did it. Don't go near her. Don't go near her. Don't go near her. Don't go near her. Lucas did it. Lucas did it. Lucas did it. Lucas did it.

( Cut for Length; Mother 3 Spoilers )

[This was the the task entrusted to him. And come hell or high water, he would do it. The man hadn't specified what exactly 'something' was, but Lucas figured that being roasted to a crisp qualified. It wasn't too hard to guess what had happened. The Netherlands and America had invited Jane Smith into the pharmacy on some pretense. They'd confronted her. And some how or another, the pharmacy had burnt to the ground, all three of them killed.

He'd wiped away his tears and set to work, returning home and making 10, 20, 50, nearly 100 copies of both sides of the note by hand. It had taken him nearly two hours. Placing a note into each mailbox took even longer and by the time he'd gotten back to his house, he was exhausted. But that was alright. Being so tired . . . It meant he could hardly think about what had happened And that meant he wouldn't just crumple up and cry. There was no time for that. Now . . . Now he had to complete the task that Mr. Netherlands had asked of him. He would be strong. He would believe that tomorrow morning, both of them would be back in their beds just like Margot had been.

He ate dinner, thinking over what he was going to say in his head, then waited another half hour before picking up the phone. He, of course, filtered it away from all the drones. And when he speaks, his voice is quiet and calm, but almost completely toneless.]

This is Lucas, the boy who lives on 846 Goldberg.
I have something important to say. By now, everyone should know that the pharmacy burned down this morning with three people inside -- there were three bodies. I'm here to tell you that it's almost certain they were Mr. Netherlands, Mr. America, and Miss Jane Smith.

[pause]

Mr. Netherlands found something in Westport that he'd kept to himself the last few weeks. I didn't see it until today. But because of what the note said, I guess it seemed like a good idea to talk to Jane Smith and find out what she knew. So he did. In the case that something happened, I was asked to distribute this note to as many people as I could. Please check your mailboxes. It should be clear what I mean once you read it.

. . . This is the reason they died. Remember that. I don't know how the building burned, but I'm certain of it. This is why they died . . .
If there are any questions you think I can answer, you are welcome call me back in about ten minutes. Thank you.

[Click. Lucas stares at the phone silently for a long time after he's hung up, his breaths short and ragged. Finally, he lets himself go and allows the tears to come pouring down his face.]

EDIT:
There's a witness who saw Officer Grady do it. Set it on fire, I mean. . . . Um. That's it.

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