(Plush Valley, 7 hours later)
Sam: Are you kidding? Seven hours? It feels like I’ve been driving for two months.
Eemfrig: Haha, I get it, a hiatus joke eh?
Sam: Um, I think only I’m allowed to break the forth wall.
Eemfrig: Anyway we’re here now. Do you at least know the direction of the cemetery?
Sam: Not really, but I’m going to assume it’s next to that enormous church.
Eemfrig: Don’t try to be a smartass, you’re so much better at being a dumbass.
Sam: You’re pretty cranky for an artist.
Eemfrig: I’ve been driving around for a couple days with an idiot who won’t shut up and his pet.
Sam: I’m not an idiot.
Eemfrig: May I remind you the reason we are lost?
Sam: I wanted to take the scenic route?
Eemfrig: I didn’t realize the scenic route made six circles.
Sam: Well who’s the idiot now.
Eemfrig: Please stop talking, let’s visit the grave, and then you can drop me off by the train station where we bought the second map.
Sam: You don’t have to come if you don’t want you know.
Eemfrig: It’s a little late for that don’t you think? Plus, I feel like if I let you out of my sight you might actually die.
Sam: Aww you’re sweet, you care after all.
Eemfrig: About making back home, yes, very much so.
Sam: Oh. Well here we are, the Plush Valley Cemetery.
*Sam and Eemfrig walk around the Cemetery as the sun sets. Eemfrig begins doodling under a tree as Sam searches for the proper tombstone.*
Eemfrig: You’re taking a while there, it’s getting dark, did you forget the name or something?
Sam: No, I just can’t remember where it’s located.
Eemfrig: Well they are probably arranged by dates or family names. How long ago did he or she pass away?
Sam: He. Died five years ago.
Eemfrig: So the ones you’re standing next to are from 2008, so walk backwards for a bit.
*Sam stops in front of a tombstone, he places Waffleburner’s cage on the ground and replaces the flowers as Eemfrig walks over*
Sam: I’m sorry Sir.
Eemfrig: Are you ok? Why are you telling him sorry?
Sam: It’s my fault he died.
Eemfrig: I’m sure it’s not, who is he?
Sam: *Sam points at the tombstone*
Eemfrig: “Here lies Cecil Schmidt,
Loving Father of four.”
Sam: He lost his life because I was careless.
Eemfrig: His name sounds familiar.
Sam: You might have read about it in the paper. He died during a bank robbery.
Eemfrig: Was he shot?
Sam: No, he was robbing the bank and he tripped.
Eemfrig: You can’t blame yourself for that.
Sam: It was my coffee he tripped on. I hear his voice all the time, whenever Waffleburner speaks to me, I hear it.
Eemfrig: Sam, he was doing a terrible thing, it was an accident right. It wasn’t your fault. If anything, you should feel proud, you probably saved other peoples lives.
Sam: Proud!? That someones husband died because of me? Someone’s friend? You know why he was robbing that bank? He lost his job at the place I work at now. He was out of options, he was just trying to feed his kids.
Eemfrig: People always have a choice. You don’t have to punish yourself for his.
Sam: I’m done talking about this. I’m going back to the car, if you want a ride to the station, you should come now.
Eemfrig: Maybe we should just stay in town tonight, you’re not in a good mindset and its gotten pretty dark, you don’t know your way around here.
Sam: I’ll be fine.
Eemfrig: No you’re not! Let’s stay the night.
Sam: Please stop trying to seduce me.
Eemfrig: Wow, even when you’re being a jackass you’re still retarded. Just please do this for me. I helped you get here, can’t you do me this favour?
*Eemfrig and Sam check into separate rooms at a Motel*
Eemfrig: I’ll come knock and wake you up in the morning ok?
Sam: That’s fine.
Eemfrig: Maybe we can have breakfast in the cafeteria. How about waffles?
Sam: I hate waffles.
Eemfrig: Then why’d you name you’re bird that?
Sam: “Waffleburner”, I had waffles for breakfast the day of the accident at the bank.
Eemfrig: Oh, I’m sorry.
Eemfrig: Yeah, goodnight.