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[bustsomeheads]

Man, I'm pretty sick of this city. Talk about bo~ring

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[daddykilledgod]

Huh? Heather, if you're bored, do you want to come help me search the underground?

[bustsomeheads]

-- Dad? Oh, hey! You're here, too? Since when?

.. Why, what's in the underground?

[daddykilledgod]

What are you talking about? I told you, there must be some mistake.

My daughter, Cheryl! She might be down there. I've got to keep looking for her...

[bustsomeheads]

-- There's no way it's a mistake. You're definitely my dad.

You... don't have a daughter named Cheryl..

[daddykilledgod]

... what?

Of course I do!
Heather, before I came to this place, I'd never even seen you before! Cheryl is my one and only daughter.

[bustsomeheads]

What are you talking about? Did you hit your head or something? Maybe you should see a doctor..

[daddykilledgod]

I'm fine, thanks.

Listen, I'm sorry that your father's missing. If you want, I'll help you look for him. But I can't replace him!

[bustsomeheads]

He's not missing..

You're... Harry Mason, right?

[daddykilledgod]

Yes, I'm Harry Mason.

[bustsomeheads]

Then... there's no doubt about it..

[bustsomeheads]

You're my dad.. You don't remember me?

[daddykilledgod]

What are you talking about? There's nothing to remember. My only daughter is Cheryl -- and she's seven years old.

[bustsomeheads]

But...

You look just like him! And you have the same name...

That doesn't... make any sense...

[daddykilledgod]

Look, it makes even less sense to me. I don't get this at all. And this is the second time...