Chapter 8

I went to try and rescue Prisoner D99.

Even under ordinary
circumstances, that prison
has a strange atmosphere...

But, this time, there's something
even stranger about it.

An execution... With my memory
gone, I don't have a clear image
of what that is in my head.

But even I can sense the
strong feeling of foreboding
that hangs in the air.

Maybe I'm too late...?

Bailey:
So! How is it going?! With the
generator! In the basement?!

Co-worker:
They're trying to fix it now. It's
gonna take a while, they said.

Co-worker:
They haven't even gotten the
internal phone there back up yet.

Bailey:
I just hope! The rowdies!
Don't rush the Guard room!

Co-worker:
Uh, we don't have
any "rowdies" here.

Co-worker:
And, what's more...

Co-worker:
...the one who committed
the most atrocious crime isn't
even here anymore at all.

Bailey:
You promised! Not to talk!
About that!

Co-worker:
Look, would ya knock it
off with that weird flippin'
and floppin' around?

Co-worker:
I can't stand lookin' at it.
If you don't stop, I just
might hafta pound ya...

Bailey:
This?! This is a glorious dance!
That's been passed down!
In my family for generations!

Bailey:
"When you don't know! What else
to do! Dance! Dance! Dance!"

Bailey:
We call it! The "Panic Dance!"

Guard:
This is Special Detention, calling
from the death chamber. The
internal phone is finally back up.

Guard:
It's pitch-black down here,
though, until they get the
generator going again.

Guard:
How's it going up there?

Co-worker:
The phone's been ringing off
the hook from headquarters.

Guard:
Oh, boy. We can't let the
existence of this prison become
known to the outside world.

Guard:
We'll have to round up
the prisoners somehow...
Is Bailey dancing?

Co-worker:
Yup. You should see him.

Guard:
Take a video of it. We can all
watch it together when we're
done.

Co-worker:
Once the generator is back up, I'll
record it with the security camera.

****

Bailey:
Generator! Still not up?! I can't!
Keep this up! Much longer!

Co-worker:
Believe me, nobody is askin'
you to. Why dontcha just stop?

Bailey:
Will you dance! Instead, then?!

Co-worker:
Me?! You kiddin' me?!

Bailey:
Somebody! Has to do it!

Bailey:
If that somebody! Is me! I'll
keep dancing! Until I drop!

****

Sissel:
Despite how it looks,
this situation seems
pretty serious.

Sissel:
Bailey's dance is... uh,
certainly intriguing.

Sissel:
But that telephone call
that came in is even
more interesting.

Sissel:
(The man said he was
calling from the death
chamber, eh...?)

Sissel:
Now that I have the
extension number, I
should go check it out.

****

Ray:
Fancy meeting you here.

Ray:
How goes it with your quest?

Sissel:
Somehow, I find myself
roped into saving the life of
a death-row prisoner now.

Sissel:
But this prisoner apparently
knows me...

Sissel:
I don't know if saving him
is the right thing to do, or
the wrong thing.

Ray:
Here, let me share
something with you.

Sissel:
What's that?

Ray:
When you don't know whether
something is right or wrong...

Ray:
...go with what you believe
deep down, and you'll find out
in the end if you were right.

Ray:
Remember that.

Sissel:
(This is kind of turning
into a lecture series...)

Ray:
When you get old like me,
you start wanting to show
off your wisdom.

****

Sissel:
The entrance to a nearly-
deserted, dimly-lit park.

Sissel:
It doesn't look like
Detective Rindge
will be coming back.

Sissel:
My best guess is...

Sissel:
...he's out looking
for the little lady.

****

Sissel:
The Chicken Kitchen...

Sissel:
I guess the little lady
hasn't turned up yet.

Sissel:
The detective must've
gone to look for her.

****

Bailey:
Doesn't anybody! Understand!
How this feels?

Bailey:
To dance! In the dark!
With nobody watching!

Co-worker:
Well, there's one thing ya
don't have to worry about.

Bailey:
What's! That?!

Co-worker:
Even if the lights come back on...

Co-worker:
...the "nobody watching" part
ain't gonna change.

Bailey:
What! Did you! Say to me?!

Bailey:
That! Does it! Now you've
made me! All the more!
Determined to dance!

****

Sissel:
The Chief is wiggling his
itchy toes with a troubled
look on his face.

Chief:
The Chief here.

Chief:
Of course I'm working. I'm
right here at headquarters.

Chief:
You've got it all wrong!
You're just being silly now.

Chief:
Yeah, I love you, too, honey.

Sissel:
Hmm. I guess he was
radioing his wife.

Sissel:
(It sounds like a complicated
relationship...)

****

Sissel:
Wow. I wonder what in the
world happened here?

Sissel:
I have to look for
Detective Jowd...

Sissel:
But should I try to do
something about this
situation first?

****

Sissel:
So this is the death
chamber, eh?

Sissel:
But what's going on? I can't
see anything... Is this what
they call "darkness?"

Sissel:
(I'd better do something
about this situation.)

****

Guard:
This is not good. Not good at all.

Guard:
Yeah. I feel like a ghost is gonna
show up any minute now.

Guard:
Hey, some on. Show some respect.
There's a dead man here.

Sissel:
That's right. Me.

Guard:
But, whew! I never saw that
one coming, did you?

Guard:
Who could've? Anyway, the
generator is gonna be fixed
soon, so I guess we hang tight.

****

Sissel:
Generator, eh?

Sissel:
Once that's restored, this
darkness will be gone.

Sissel:
(It seems that's the first
thing that has to be done.)

****

Sissel
I guess darkness
doesn't really exist
in the Ghost World.

Sissel:
Even without light, I can
still see what's going on.

Sissel:
I can use the Ghost World to
help me find that generator.

****

Sissel:
I think I just operated
some kind of lever...

Sissel:
...but nothing happened.
It's too dark to really
tell, though.

****

Guard:
Oh, geez. Where did
that wrench go?

Guard:
Without it, I can't tighten the
last bolt on the generator.

Guard:
I sure wish I could see
in the dark like a cat!

Sissel:
...Or like a ghost.

****

Sissel:
This appears to be some kind
of control panel. I might be
able to operate it...

Sissel:
Hmm, but it doesn't seem
to be responding. It's too
dark to really tell, though.

Sissel:
(I guess the first thing
I need to do is restore
that generator.)

****

Sissel:
I've seen these things
before. Some kind of tool
for turning things.

Sissel:
It's leaning up against the
wall. If I knock it over, I
wonder if he'll notice?

Sissel:
Darn... It's too heavy.
It won't budge.

****

Sissel:
The big guy seems to
be taking a nap here.

Sissel:
I doubt my paltry powers
are enough to wake him.

Sissel:
Rest in peace, curry-lover.

Sissel:
(Hmm. It's kind of spooky
when a ghost says it...)

****

Guard:
Oh, hey, there it is.

Guard:
There! Done.

****

Sissel:
Now the lights are back on.

Sissel:
But what happened here...?
The answer is still shrouded
in darkness.

Sissel:
I'd better see if I can pick
up some more information.

Sissel:
(I can't seem to shake
this bad feeling I've got...)

****

Sissel:
Whew... Something really bad
happened in this room.

Sissel:
It's like there was some
kind of explosion in
here or something.

Sissel:
And it looks like...

Sissel:
...the center of the
explosion was that
thing, that chair.

****

Guard:
Hey... Do you think this execution
was really the right thing to do...?

Guard:
Wh-What the heck
are you saying?!

Guard:
I mean, I know this country
has the death penalty...

Guard:
But how many years has it been
since we used this chair?

Guard:
Yeah, I dunno. It had quite a
bit of dust and dirt on it...

Guard:
I bet that's what happened. All
that debris damaged the wiring...

Guard:
Well, I think it was
divine retribution.

Guard:
D-Don't be stupid!

Guard:
The prisoner wanted to
be executed, you know!

Sissel:
Inspector Jowd...
I guess I was too late...

Guard:
So when are they gonna
pick up his body?

Guard:
They'll be sending over a car from
the public cemetery pretty soon.

Guard:
After we hand over the
body and clean up the
mortuary, we're done.

Guard:
Yeah, okay.

****

Sissel:
So Detective Jowd has
already been executed...

Sissel:
Looks like there was
a reason for that bad
feeling I was getting...

Sissel:
But that's okay. This isn't
a big problem, for me.

Sissel:
(But if the body is taken
from the mortuary, that'll
be bad...)

Sissel:
(I have to use my ghost
tricks to save him before
that happens.)

****

Guard:
This chair scares me. I don't wanna
repair it or get anywhere near it.

Guard:
Who knows when it's
gonna blow up again?

Guard:
Or let loose with the juice...

Guard:
Yikes. Shut up, man.

Guard:
Accidents can happen with
anything, after all...

Guard:
But let's just get this
thing fixed. C'mon.

Guard:
If I'm "executed" by
an accident, I'm gonna
come back and haunt you.

Guard:
Haunt ME? Why me?

Sissel:
(It sounds like a pretty
dangerous chair.)

Sissel:
(Hmm. A chair that gives
shocks... Can I use that
somehow...?)

****

Sissel:
I sure had misgivings
when I tried this lever...

Sissel:
...but nothing happened. Kind
of disappointing really.

Sissel:
(Maybe something else
has to be done first?)

****

Sissel:
This appears to be some kind
of control panel. I might be
able to operate it...

Sissel:
I'll give it a try.

Sissel:
Some lamps came on. Not
sure what that means...

Sissel:
(Maybe that changed
the situation, though.)

****

Sissel:
This appears to be some kind
of control panel. I might be
able to operate it...

Sissel:
Nope, it's already on, and
the buttons are locked.

Sissel:
(I guess I can't operate
it right now.)

****

Guard:
Aaagh!

Guard:
I just got a shock!

Guard:
That was quite a zap!

Guard:
That woke me up!

Guard:
This is getting
addictive.

Guard:
I thought I was
a goner.

Guard:
Son of a...!

Sissel:
Same thing here...

Sissel:
It looks like this is just
an internal phone, too.
It doesn't call outside.

Sissel:
So the only places I can go
with this telephone are...

Sissel:
...other phones within
the building that I've
already possessed.

****

Bailey:
This "Panic Dance"! That has been
passed down! In our family! For
generations!

Bailey:
There's just! One problem! With it!

Co-worker:
.........

Bailey:
Hey! Quit acting so
bored! And ask me!

Bailey:
Ask me! "What's the
problem! Bailey?!"

Co-worker:
Yeah, yeah. What's
the problem, Bailey?

Bailey:
The problem is!

Bailey:
It's hard to know! When to stop!

Co-worker:
........

Bailey:
Hey! Quit acting so bored!
And pay attention!

Co-worker:
Guess it's hard for you to know
when to stop talkin', too.

****

Sissel:
Time here still appears to
be like a caged animal.

Sissel:
The only difference is,
I don't see any of the
inmates.

Sissel:
And, of course, our
death-row inmate
isn't here, either.

Sissel:
Did the curry-lover
ever find his curry?

Sissel:
My time will soon be locked
away from me as well.

Sissel:
I can't waste what I have
left. I'd better get going.

****

Sissel:
The novelist's story
of love, and the story
of my memory...

Sissel:
Which will come to
its conclusion first?

Sissel:
It looks like the little
girl is still out.

Sissel:
Like mother, like daughter,
I guess. They both have
their own ways.

Sissel:
(But where could the girl
have gone to with such a
high fever?)

Sissel:
(And how could the mother
not notice her darling
angel is missing?)

****

Sissel:
Hey, can you hear me?

Jowd:
........

Jowd:
Where... am I...?

Sissel:
This is the Ghost World, the land
of the dead, Detective Jowd.

Jowd:
Detective... Jowd...?

Jowd:
Who is that...? Is that me...?

Sissel:
Oh, boy. Not you, too?
(This is getting old.)

Sissel:
Guess I'll just give the
usual explanation: "The
dead lose their memories."

Jowd:
Oh... So I'm... dead, am I?

Jowd:
I didn't realize that.

Sissel:
That's why you can't remember
anything right now.

Jowd:
That's fine with me.

Sissel:
Huh?

Jowd:
I don't like a messy room. But I
hate cleaning up even more.

Jowd:
Not having my memories is a
welcome thing. Now I don't
have as much trash to take out.

Sissel:
(Memories are like trash...?)

Jowd:
Now that I'm dead, what do I need
with memories? And things I don't
need are just trash.

Sissel:
Not to me. I need your memories!

Sissel:
Besides...

Sissel:
I promised Lynne I'd try
to stop your execution.

Jowd:
"Lynne"...?

Jowd:
........

Jowd:
Hmm.

Jowd:
It looks like I still have a
few bits and pieces of
garbage left lying around.

Jowd:
I remember now...

Jowd:
About "Lynne"... "Jowd"...
and the "execution"...

Jowd:
And what about you?
Who are you?

Sissel:
I'm Sissel. I'm looking for my
memory... or "trash," as you call it.

Jowd:
"Sissel"...?

Sissel:
Does my name ring a bell?
I think you know me.

Jowd:
Sorry. It must not have been a
very big piece of trash to me...

Sissel:
That's all right. I guess
you'll find out when you
get your memory back.

Sissel:
But, for now, I'd like you to come
back with me... back to four
minutes before your execution.

Jowd:
This is the past? Four minutes
before my death...?

Sissel:
That's right. You'll get to
see your own execution.

Sissel:
And then we're gonna
change your fate.

Jowd:
But first, can I ask you a question?

Jowd:
Lynne told you, didn't she?
About what I did?

Sissel:
Yeah, she did.

Jowd:
Then is it really the right thing
to do, to save a guy like me?

Sissel:
I don't know.

Sissel:
But Lynne believes it is.

Jowd:
........

Sissel:
Okay, let's get started.

Spiky:
It's clogged!

Guard:
I'm in position.

Guard:
So the time's finally here, huh?

Guard:
Yeah. Wonder how many years
it's been? The last time... you
weren't even here yet.

Guard:
I never thought I'd have
to attend an execution.

Guard:
But, you know...

Guard:
I wonder why the justice minister
suddenly signed the order?

Guard:
There's definitely something
up with that!

Guard:
Hey, c'mon! Let's just
focus on our work.

Guard:
Yeah, all right...

Guard:
Prisoner D99! It's time! L-Let's go!

Jowd:
All right, men. I'm ready.

Jowd:
Sorry you have to go through
this unpleasant experience.

Guard:
Wh-What?! No, we uh...

Jowd:
Oh, well. I guess it's all
about collecting experiences...
for you and for me.

Guard:
Prepare to test!

Guard:
Throw the switch!

Sissel:
So this is an execution, huh?

Sissel:
It seems to me there's gotta
be a safer way to do it...

Jowd:
Ha ha ha! It must be nice to
have no memory like that.

Jowd:
It makes things more interesting.
I envy you. I really do.

Sissel:
(It's no laughing matter to me.)

Jowd:
That was an example of a
failed execution... although
the outcome was the same.

Sissel:
Failed...?

Jowd:
They haven't carried out an
execution in a long time.

Jowd:
They dragged that old chair out
from under some mothballs, and
I guess it had a short.

Sissel:
(So I guess that means that
if I can stop the explosion...)

Jowd:
Hmm, I don't know about that.

Jowd:
Then I'd just be executed
as planned, and I'd still
wind up just as dead.

Sissel:
........

Sissel:
So what should I do?

Jowd:
Beats me.

Jowd:
You're the one who came to
save me. You figure it out.

Sissel:
(He's not making this easy.)

****

Sissel:
All right, then. Four
minutes from now...

Sissel:
...this chair will short out
and explode, and you'll die.

Jowd:
Very sad.

Sissel:
If I stop the explosion...

Sissel:
...you'll be executed,
and you'll still die.

Jowd:
Sorry I was ever born.

Sissel:
I have to protect you
from the explosion and
stop the execution...

Sissel:
(The key to the whole
thing must be this chair.)

Jowd:
I apologize for
all your trouble.

Sissel:
Uh, could you stop with the
insincere comments?

Jowd:
Ha ha ha!

****

Sissel:
It's no use. I can't use
the phone lines right now.

Jowd:
"Right now"...?

Sissel:
I can only move over
phone lines in the past
when it's in use.

Sissel:
Sadly, this applies to
the internal extensions
as well.

Jowd:
I see... Looks like life is
tough for everyone. Even
you.

Sissel:
You, too.

****

Guard:
Got it!

Guard:
Got it!

****

Sissel:
Now, let's see.
What do I do now...?

Jowd:
Well, you're not going to
accomplish anything
hanging around here.

Sissel:
You're right.

Sissel:
........

Sissel:
(Hmm...)

Sissel:
(Maybe I CAN'T accomplish
anything from here...?)

Sissel:
(Maybe I should've
moved during one of
those two phone calls...)

Jowd:
Maybe you should
have, Sissel.

Sissel:
(Zip it, D99.)

****

Sissel:
Darn. I couldn't do anything.

Jowd:
If you ask me, it's more
like "didn't" do anything.

Sissel:
(In any case, I don't think I can
do anything from this room.)

Sissel:
I'd better try this again and
see where my chance to do
something is...

****

Bailey:
H-How is it going down there?!

Guard:
We just finished setting up
the chair. We're all prepared.

Bailey:
I-I see!

Guard:
It's time. Please bring
in the prisoner.

Bailey:
B-B-But that chair!

Bailey:
It hasn't been used in a
long time! Wh-What if...?

Guard:
Bailey...

Guard:
There's nothing we
can do now. It's time.

Bailey:
........

Bailey:
All right. I'll send the
guards to his cell.

Bailey:
I'll have them call when
they get into position.

Bailey:
I have this strange
feeling of uneasiness...

Bailey:
How about you? How do you feel?

Co-worker:
........

Bailey:
I feel jumpy and jittery...
I can't sit still.

Bailey:
I feel like I might start...
dancing at any minute!

Co-worker:
If you're gonna dance, lemme know.
I'll get the video camera ready.

Bailey:
Nobody will listen to my concerns...

Sissel:
"Concerns," huh?
So he's worried?

Jowd:
That man is always
worried about something.

Jowd:
And whatever he's
worried about, it always
comes true, without fail.

****

Bailey:
Listen to me!
That chair is dangerous!

Co-worker:
I know, Bailey. That's why
I don't advise you to sit on it.

Bailey:
No, no, no! That's not what I mean!

Bailey:
Machines like that are
very sensitive to dust.

Bailey:
If the guys throw the switch
and the chair shorts out...

Bailey:
There might be a huge explosion
down there in that death chamber!

Co-worker:
Oh, c'mon. Nothing's gonna happen.

Co-worker:
Besides, even on the off
chance it does blow up, we're
way up here. We'll be fine.

Bailey:
I know! Why don't we
go and test it out first!

Co-worker:
No way. I don't wanna get
blown up. You go by yourself.

Sissel:
(So this spot would be safe,
even if it does blow up, eh?)

Jowd:
What is it? You have a
new look in your eye.

Sissel:
If the switch in the
death chamber is thrown,
the chair will blow up.

Jowd:
That's right.

Sissel:
And if the chair blows
up, the execution
can't be carried out.

Jowd:
It only stands to reason.

Sissel:
And...

Sissel:
...if there's nobody in
the death chamber
when the chair explodes...

Sissel:
...nobody will die.

Jowd:
Precisely!

Jowd:
Very nice, Sissel. You've
hit upon some excellent
points, there.

Sissel:
(Okay, I'm starting to
see a plan now...)

****

Sissel:
Getting the chair to
short out when
nobody's around it...

Sissel:
It sounds like it
could be a plan.

Sissel:
(But, in this past world, I
can't just use the phone
lines whenever I want.)

Jowd:
And these guards
seem to be in a fog...

Jowd:
I doubt they'll be using
the phone much.

Sissel:
(Hmm. Maybe I need
to start over...?)

****

Sissel:
Hmm. Now I'm stuck here.

Jowd:
I'm just sorry I didn't get to see
Bailey's famous dancing.

Sissel:
(Getting the chair to short out
when nobody's around it...)

Sissel:
(The plan is starting to solidify
in my mind... But I'd better find
a different path next time!)

****

Guard:
I'm in position.

Guard:
The other two are coming to
bring the prisoner to you now.

Guard:
Got it!

****

Sissel:
There. We escaped from
the death chamber.

Jowd:
Good for you! It was stuffy
in there, wasn't it?

Sissel:
(That's not exactly what
I was worried about.)

Jowd:
All right. What now?

Sissel:
Hmm. Stop the execution
and save your life...

Sissel:
I think I'm getting an idea.

Jowd:
You are, are you? I'd be
very interested to hear it.

Sissel:
(Let's just get
down there... and fast!)

****

Sissel:
Hmm. It's not
working right now.

Jowd:
Maybe they like things quiet
during an execution?

Sissel:
(This guy is a bit
too detached.)

Jowd:
While I was alive, people
thought I was a bit too
passionate about things.

****

Spiky:
Damn! It's totally clogged up!

Spiky:
If the big guy gets caught,
there goes all my plans
down the drain, too.

Spiky:
C'mon! Flush, dammit!

Sissel:
(Hmm... Apparently
he's trying to flush...)

Sissel:
(...a wadded-up
piece of paper...)

Jowd:
Oh, by the way.

Jowd:
As I'm sure you've
already realized...

Jowd:
...the youth in this cell is
in cahoots with the big man
in the cell downstairs.

Sissel:
The big man downstairs
seems to be digging
a tunnel.

Jowd:
Yes, trying to escape,
they are. But they're
both very naïve...

Jowd:
He can keep digging, but
he's just going to hit a
steel wall eventually.

Sissel:
(That's pretty tragic...)

Jowd:
The two of them have a
communication system
set up using the toilets.

Jowd:
The guitar youth is
warning his partner of
the guards' movements.

Jowd:
A paper with "O" means "all
clear." "X" means "danger."

Sissel:
(Okay, yeah...)

Sissel:
(When the curry guy
sees an "O," he goes
down to dig the tunnel.)

Sissel:
(Hmm, maybe I can
use that somehow.)

****

Sissel:
This is the blackboard that
has this prisoner's schedule
for tomorrow written on it.

Sissel:
I can't read it, but that's
okay. I don't need to.

Jowd:
What a surprise. You've
forgotten how to read,
too?

Sissel:
Apparently. Can you read it?

Jowd:
I can, but, like you said,
there's no need to.

Sissel:
(Oh, boy...)

****

Spiky:
Dammit!

****

Sissel:
I didn't get very far this time.

Jowd:
Yes, you clearly spent the
four minutes doing nothing.

Sissel:
(Ouch. It's no holds
barred with this guy.)

Sissel:
Well, I know where
things'll be happening...
I should try to head there.

****

Spiky:
All riiight! My jam
grooved out the clog!

Spiky:
Now get down there
to Sausage Head!

Spiky:
Go, go, GO!

Sissel:
In the present world, four
minutes into the future...

Sissel:
"Sausage Head" was lying
passed out in the tunnel.

Jowd:
Not knowing about the
execution, he must've
kept digging and digging.

Sissel:
(And the guards didn't
notice he was gone...?)

Jowd:
So I guess curry man's
future...

Jowd:
...has now changed a bit.

****

Jowd:
Sissel.

Jowd:
I'm sure you know this,
but time is ticking.

Sissel:
(Almost time for
the execution...)

Jowd:
If you don't "execute"
a plan pretty soon, it's
going to get tough.

Sissel:
I think I do have a plan.

Jowd:
Do you? I'm looking
forward to seeing it.

Sissel:
Only problem is...

Sissel:
(...I don't see a path
to get there yet...)

Jowd:
I'm really sorry about
all this trouble you're
going to for me.

Sissel:
(Funny, you don't LOOK
the least bit sorry.)

****

Sissel:
Another message for
"Sausage Head," it
looks like.

Jowd:
No, not this time.

Jowd:
I flushed that one.

Sissel:
You?

Jowd:
Remember? I flushed my
paper napkin after my meal.

Sissel:
Oh!
(That's right...)

Jowd:
Now, what will Sausage Head
make of it, I wonder?

****

Jowd:
Here come my escorts.

Sissel:
Uh-oh...
(I haven't found
my path yet!)

Jowd:
I see mine quite clearly...

Jowd:
...the path to the
chair, that is.

Sissel:
(What do I do?!)

****

Sissel:
Hmm.

Sissel:
I guess Sausage Head isn't
going back into his tunnel.

Jowd:
Of course not.

Jowd:
He only goes when he
sees a piece of paper
with an "O" on it.

Sissel:
(Right... I get it.)

****

Sissel:
Just stopping the explosion
won't solve anything...

Jowd:
As long as that chair exists,
the execution will most
likely be carried out.

Sissel:
Anyway...

Sissel:
(I don't think I can change
anything from here...)

****

Sissel:
Whew, you sure can
pack it away.

Jowd:
A detective should eat
until he reaches that
critical moment....

Jowd:
That's what I always say.

Sissel:
(And you have a young
pupil that follows that
advice to the letter...)

Jowd:
What are you going
to do now, Sissel?

Jowd:
As long as these iron
bars are here, escape
is impossible.

Jowd:
Is it possible to stop the
execution from here?

Sissel:
Probably not...

Sissel:
(I'm looking for a path now.)

Sissel:
(Maybe something here
will give me an idea...)

****

Sissel:
Did you see that? That
huge can just went
flying up into the air.

Jowd:
Yeah. That's my ketchup can.

Sissel:
Ketchup?

Jowd:
I just looove ketchup. Can't
get enough of the stuff.

Jowd:
I probably have ketchup
running through my veins.

Sissel:
Hmm. Just can't seem
to muster a laugh
over that one.

Sissel:
(But it did make kind of
a red "O" mark...)

****

Sissel:
Is this newspaper article
about your case?

Jowd:
Yeah. I tacked it up
there as a memento.

Sissel:
I can't read, but it probably
says something like...

Sissel:
(..."Man Murders Wife"...)

Jowd:
........

****

Sissel:
There's nothing written
on your blackboard.

Sissel:
Your schedule for
tomorrow is blank.

Jowd:
That's because I don't
need a "schedule."

Jowd:
Or a "tomorrow"...
Or "memories"...

Jowd:
........

Sissel:
(This man...)

Sissel:
(I can never tell what
he's thinking...)

****

Jowd:
This thing is
as full as I am.

****

Sissel:
Are you really supposed
to be flushing things like
that down the toilet?

Jowd:
Well, what could I do?
The wastebasket was full.

Jowd:
I told you. I hate cleaning up.

Sissel:
(Yeah, you said that, but...
come on, really?)

****

Jowd:
Here come my escorts.

Sissel:
Uh-oh...
(I haven't found
my path yet!)

Jowd:
I think you missed
your chance.

Sissel:
What chance was that?

Jowd:
A chance at a path to the
place you wanted to go.

Jowd:
You had one there
for a short time.

Sissel:
What was it?
(Look, why don't you just
spell it out for me?)

Jowd:
I can't tell you.

Jowd:
I've already chosen my path.
The path of execution...

****

Sissel:
Once that switch is thrown, the
chair will short out and explode...

Sissel:
(So if I can short it out
when nobody's in the death
chamber, it should be fine.)

Jowd:
Good thinking. If the chair is
destroyed, they can't carry
out the execution... for now.

Sissel:
(Now all I need is a
path to that switch...)

****

Sissel:
If I could get to the death
chamber from here...

Sissel:
...I could short out that chair.

Jowd:
But you'll probably need
the cooperation of our
curry-loving friend.

Sissel:
(What do I need to do to
make the big guy move?)

****

Jowd:
Sausage Head sure
looks happy.

Sissel:
So now that he's seen
the "O" paper, he'll go
down to the tunnel to dig...

Sissel:
(Maybe this is the chance
I've been waiting for.)

****

Sissel:
Just now, for
a second there...

Sissel:
...I think there was a path...

Jowd:
I do believe you're right.
A "silver path," actually.

Jowd:
I think you made a
mistake with that
all-important timing.

Sissel:
(I think my answer
was on that path...)

Sissel:
(...the answer on how to
stop the execution and
save Detective Jowd.)

****

Sissel:
Darn. I ran out of time!

Sissel:
But I don't think I'm
on the wrong track...

Jowd:
When you move, move as
if your life depends on it.
That's what I always say.

Sissel:
(...Said the dead man.)

****

Sissel:
I think...

Sissel:
...I just may have found the
path I've been looking for.

Sissel:
The one path...

Sissel:
...that will let me stop the
execution and save your
life.

Jowd:
Well, well.
I'm very impressed.

Jowd:
Because all I can see is
a pitch-black, dead-end
tunnel.

Sissel:
(Okay, time is running out.)

Sissel:
(Now for the
finishing touches!)

****

Guard:
Wh-What just happened?!

Guard:
The power's down throughout
the whole facility!

Guard:
N-No way! I-If the power's
down, that means...!

Guard:
All the cell bars
open automatically!

Guard:
Dammit! The internal phones
aren't working, either! State
of emergency!

Sissel:
Now the execution
can't be carried out,
and your life is saved.

Jowd:
You're a pretty daring guy!

Jowd:
I really enjoyed myself.
And I think I learned a
thing or two, as well!

Sissel:
(About what?)

Sissel:
By the way, is it true
what the guard said?

Sissel:
The cell bars open automatically?

Jowd:
Yup, it's true. It's a little
drawback to the system...

Jowd:
If the entire facility blacks
out, the locks are released,
for the prisoners' safety.

Jowd:
But nobody thought it would
actually ever happen...

Sissel:
(So, in other words, now's the
time to escape if you're gonna...)

Sissel:
Anyway, we managed to
stop the execution.

Sissel:
Let's get back to the present.

Sissel:
You're still not out
of the woods yet.

Jowd:
Oh, let me give you
one piece of advice.

Sissel:
What's that?

Jowd:
When we get back to the
present, head for the spoon.

Sissel:
Spoon? Huh?

Jowd:
You'll see when we
get back, Sissel.

Now the execution can't be
carried out, and Detective
Jowd is safe for the moment.

A new "present" has been born.

However...

...Jowd still isn't safe from
execution, of course.

I guess I still have a job to do:

Help a death-row inmate
escape from prison...