James: "What happened to you?"
Kat: "There was an accident. My fiancé - he died. I only had a broken leg. The whole bone, split right up the middle. I was fine, and then suddenly I wasn't. I was dreaming, and I couldn't wake up. People tried to help me, they said I should have woken up, but I didn't. They came to visit me, and then they left, and I didn't hear them anymore."
James: "But you're awake now. Do you need help finding… your family?"

Kat: "You don't understand. I'll never wake up. And I'll never find my family. There's no one here, no one but me. And now, you. I think you can stay, you're different. I don't want to be alone anymore."
James: "Nonsense! Come on, I bet if we just-"

Tristan: "JAMES!"
James: WHAT? I'm kind of in the middle of something here, damsel in distress and all…"
Tristan: "Mary's STRIPPING!"

James paused.

James: "She's what?"

Tristan grinned, raised his eyebrows and nodded furiously. James turned back to Kat, who was staring at the ground.

James: "Excuse me a minute love, I just have to - I'll be right back."

James jumped up and followed Tristan back to the Xenon, where, sure enough, Mary was on stage, rhythmically removing her clothes to the beat of something James had never heard before. She was wearing false eyelashes and far too much lipstick.

James' eyes widened as she took off her shirt, winked, and flung it to him.

James: "Well those certainly aren't real."

James looked down at Mary's shirt, and then back up at her.

James: "This is definitely not real."
Tristan: "You're dreaming, and you have to wake up or you'll be stuck here forever. Unless you wake up too late, in which case your brain will have melted and you'll be completely mad. Your choice, of course. But I suggest you choose wisely and expediently."

James pinched himself, and felt nothing.

James: "Okay then, I'm ready to wake up now…"

Tristan didn't say a word or move a muscle. Not even his expression changed. James peered at him closely and realized he was just a cardboard cutout. He stepped back, and saw that it was a cutout of the entire band - minus him.

James: "Who the hell is that? Is that… bloody David Spade?"