• Damn, how much is gonna keep on?! I'm going to lose my fucking mind so soon! Clutching his bald-skulled head, Mud howled at the realization that he was being overtaken more and more by a sense of deja vu. In the last few months, he has seen a figure, heard a voice and laughter, made eye contact with a "person" a couple of times, which is clearly somehow connected with him now or in the future. Mud sighed irritably and put his head on the counter of the Whale's Belly building while the usual commotion of catering was in the background.

Annoyance was replaced by disappointment in his heart, because this man saw your figure so often and even it seemed to him that you were literally dreaming of him in his dreams, so he already thought that on the verge of immortality he could go crazy and now his hour had come when he lost his composure. Maybe some kind of spell worked on him? Or was some Angel able to curse him for all his actions? In the background, a red-haired girl named Mel was chatting about something, in short, she was talking about some of her plans and ideas that should blow up the plans again, etc. Somewhere in the background there was music from pionino from the mutant Breadhead, who was calmly humming something and sitting in the corner of the restaurant being what those relatives for Mel may be so weird and silly. And behind the counter stood a big man in an apron that covered almost nothing, but only protected him from the bloody traces of meat and dirt from work in the kitchen, and on his head was a meat cleaver, it was Ken, the father of this "family", the "The Smiling Dead" family. And Mud was part of that family. (Jack is still with them).

• Grr... The red-eyed "zombie" rubbed his eyelids with his fingers and lay exhausted listening to the noise in the background, thinking about where he could spend the night again and not freeze.

Time passed and Mud was a little distracted from his past thoughts and listened to Ken babble with Mel and so on, family squabbles and the like, yeah? After that, he lazily looked out the window with his chin propped on his hand, and after that, wanting to smoke, he took out a pack of cigarettes and his lighter, even ignoring the words of the owner of this restaurant, Ken, that smoking was not allowed in the building, but who would listen to him? Definitely not Mud. Smoking a cigarette, the smoke rose up to the ventilation, and the eyes lazily looked around outside the window, and then some figure passed behind the glass, causing the man to freeze and bite the beginning of a cigarette between his jaws.

• Wait a minute.. No, It can't be. He sat in the same position for a few more moments, and then abruptly got up and left the building, dropping mugs or even pushing someone aside, which caused his friends to fall into a stupor. HEY! He wanted to call out to you because he was one hundred percent sure that you were real, and not that these were jokes of his fate. Holding his hat tightly to his skull and going out to that window, he frantically began to look around to see you again, or at least to feel your presence, to catch your scent of perfume.

• Did I fucking miss them again? Hunched over and looking into the distance with a face of utter bewilderment, I would like to confirm again the fact that I definitely saw you, maybe now he will realize that he has not gone mad forever and ever?