“What'd you mean?”
“Look, there's MEL'S 24-HOUR CLEANING. We can get our clothes clean.”
“Fred, you're seeing things again.”
They were in the middle of the desert, parched, crawling on their hands and knees too long. The Sun was brutal.
Fred was again hallucinating.
They were in rags, so he even hallucinated clothes.
“You mean that's not MEL'S?”
“No, just another sand dune.”
Fred rubbed his eyes for a better look.
“Thanks, Ed. You're right…”
They went back to crawling.
“It's a relief in a way… MEL'S usually did a terrible job with my dry cleaning.”
