[[A man sits hugging his knees.]]
Man: If only there were some way we could be together.
((He fades into a thought bubble containing the next four panels.))
[[A man and woman are in a bed together. The man is rubbing the woman's shoulders.]]
Woman: We're so lucky to have each other. How did it happen, anyway?
Man: I, uh... I don't remember.
Woman: No, really, how did we get together? It's hard to imagine it happening.
Man: It does strain the bounds of fantasy...
Woman: ... Fantasy? That's it!
Woman: My God, it's the only explanation: We're objects in some transient fantasy. We'll be gone when it ends!
Man: We'll lose each other.
Woman: Oh God.
[[They leap from the bed. The woman has a flaming torch.]]
Woman: Well, I'm not going out quietly. I'm burning this fucking world.
Man: Burn the world!
Woman: Fire! Fire! Cleanse this hellish place --
((The thought ends.))
[[The man is puzzled. What happened?]]
{{Title text: I guess if she accepted irrational realities, she'd hardly be my fantasy.}}
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