Weasel wakes up from whatever blackout he had, seeing himself in the afterlife state. He sees his dormant body sitting head down with a handgun. He revived himself entering his body then takes a deep breath.

“What the hell just happened?! I saw my own body! Was I a ghost or something? These writing on the walls.. I remember writing them but don’t too.. we still have to escape.. gotta find the plane parts!”