Check it out guys, it's a sequel! (Titled after the song by the Ditty Bops.)
He drifted, floated, not really sure where he was, how long he'd been there, or even who he was, and he wondered occasionally if he actually existed at all. Sometimes he thought maybe someone else was there, and he would try to head towards them, but whoever it was had such overpowering feelings of guilt and shame and anxiety and self-loathing that he had to retreat again.
And then after a long while (or perhaps not), he began to feel aware of the passage of time, or something like it. He realized that the atmosphere around him was getting lighter, becoming more spacious bit by painstaking bit. It became easier to sense that other person, and while he still felt the need to stay away from them, he was starting to feel less alone.
But just as it seemed he could finally bring himself to approach the person, everything suddenly changed, locked down like prison bars slamming shut. There was panic, then suffocating terror, then tremendous rage, and it pressed in on him from all sides and he was drowning, he needed to get away, needed to escape-
Some time later, he slowly came back to himself (or what he thought of as himself). Now there was peace. Just… peace. It was good. He basked in it.
Then… longing?
And he heard (he heard, though it was distant) the other person say, "I wish you could be here, buddy."
The fog in his mind suddenly dispersed, as if blown away by a strong wind, and he remembered. I am here! he wanted to scream, but his voice was weak. He summoned up all the energy he could. I'm here, I'm here!
There was a frozen moment, then Bad Cop's overwhelming relief crashed over him.
Good Cop smiled as he slipped back into unconsciousness, completely drained. He was coming home.
