[TEETH CHATTERING.]
DAVID:
Shit.
He's in there, right?
His mind somewhere?
CARY :
Oh, yes.
Brain readings remain normal.
His mind is active, we just don't
know what it's doing.
They're in The Maze.
CARY :
Meaning?
DAVID :
I don't know.
Let's find out.
[BIRDS SINGING.]
CARY :
Now, is this —
DAVID :
Well, we're inside his mind.
CARY :
Oh.
It's nice.
David.
[CLIPPERS SNIP.]
Oh
DAVID :
Ew.
Hello.
DAVID :
Hey, man.
It's David and Cary.
Do you
Hello.
DAVID :
It-It's David.
We're — The Monk infected you.
We're here to, I guess,
rescue you?
PTONOMY:
Hello.
DAVID :
What's wrong with him?
CARY :
I don't know.
DAVID :
Is this where everybody goes?
When they get infected?
Some kind of floral astral plane.
CARY :
Do you sense anyone else here?
DAVID :
— Nope.
CARY :
Then it's His Maze.
If I had to guess,
I'd say The Contagion
locks people inside
their own brains.
Inside their own realities.
…Yeah, this is Ptonomy's maze.
DAVID :
Yeah, but gardening?
CARY :
It isn't gardening.
It's that he doesn't remember us.
See? He forgets what he's
doing after every rose,
and then the shears
and the basket,
they remind him.
DAVID :
So what are you saying?
CARY :
It's A Fantasy.
Or maybe I should say
a core desire.
Our friend here is
a memory-machine.
He remembers every
moment of every day.
Now if that was your condition,
what might you wish for?
DAVID :
….To forget.
CARY :
I mean, it's beautiful, really.
To live in the moment
No past, no future.
DAVID:
Yeah, but it's not real.
CARY :
It's real to him.
In this moment.
DAVID :
What are you saying,
we should leave him here?
CARY :
I'm not saying anything.
I'm merely making
an observation.
DAVID :
What if it was Kerry?
CARY :
— You're right.
Wake him up.
DAVID :
How?
CARY :
I don't know. You're
The Psychic.
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