*Wakes up from the smell of flames, and quickly beats it off*
Oh! Oh, Jesus Christ.. is everybody okay? Oh my god that was frightening..
Hey, where am I?
(Two days later at the Office of Psychology)
Psychologist: Where was the last place you remember being, Space Sweeper?
Space Sweeper: I.. I.. well, it's the funniest thing: the last thing I remember was actually being about 65 pages back.. And that's about all I can remember.
Oh! And when I woke up I suddenly had the urge for Oreos..
Psychologist: Oreos?
Space Sweeper: Heh, yeah, it's the strangest thing, I know..
(Long Pause)
Psychologist: We still have about 45 minutes left..
Space Sweeper: ...Wanna go get hammered?
Psychologist: Sure, I don't see why not.