A/N: This chapter occurs simultaneously with "Visitations", but it's a dream sequence from Leland's perspective. All albums mentioned are real British post-punk albums, and I recommend any one of them.
He walked through a dark void, barely aware, as if he was in a stupor inside of his own mind. He couldn't even see his hands or feet -he had no visible manifestation to speak of. Suddenly, a warm feeling came over him, and he felt everything become clear. The sensation felt so good that he groaned a little in response. It reminded him of his first kiss with Finn, in that Hong Kong nightclub all those years ago...
Finn. He wished he could see Finn again, but he remembered being killed on that oil rig. This had to be limbo or something. Was Finn even still alive? Would he ever know the answer to that question? He sniffled just a little at that, unsure if he preferred Finn alive or dead...
He decided he wanted Finn alive, even though he knew Finn must be in pain, and that they'd have to wait to see each other again. Finn still had some living to do, he was one of CHROME's best agents.
The void shifted to a defaced public bathroom done in different shades of Pepto Bismol-esque pink. He was sitting on its floor, and as he looked at the figure he inhabited, he realized he had the form of a chubby schoolgirl in a uniform -his sister, Pamela. He -she?- got to his feet, walking over to the mirrors to check if this was true. He looked at his sister's slightly pudgy figure in the mirror, her long black hair with blunt bangs, and her blue eyeshadow. He realized that he had her bag with him, and swung it around so that he could reach into it. After a little bit of groping around, he pulled out a cassette tape -Siouxsie and the Banshee's 1981 album Juju. This meant that the version of Pamela he had manifested as had to be at least 15. He dug around a little more and pulled out the clunky silver Walkman Pamela owned as a teen, then its accompanying black plastic headphones. He clipped the Walkman to his skirt, plugged the headphones in, and put them on. He pressed play and walked out of the bathroom as "Spellbound" started up.
Now he was on the oil rig. He gasped and actually fell onto his bottom, his legs out in front of him. He was still Pamela. Getting to his feet, he paused the cassette and placed the headphones around his neck, dusting off the uniform skirt. To his surprise, he wasn't embarrassed to be Pamela. She had died in 1999 when she drove her Vauxhall Astra onto a level crossing when the gates were down and subsequently gotten struck by a commuter train. That's when it hit him.
She had been listening to Juju, the album Leland had just found in her bag. The emergency crews had found it in her CD player. He sat down against a shipping container and started to cry. Now he remembered why he could never stand Siouxsie and the Banshees -it reminded him too much of that fateful morning, when he had become an only child. He had always been close to Pam -he had told her he was gay before he told his final girlfriend. She was the first person he had told about his kiss with Finn. Up until he met Finn, Pam had been his closest confidant. He ejected the tape and put in back in its case. He placed her bag next to him and dug around for another tape before stumbling upon Power, Corruption, Lies. Now this was an album he liked! He eagerly popped it into the Walkman and was about to put the headphones back on when he heard frantic footsteps. He peeked around from behind the container, and saw... himself? Leland -the Leland running- ducked into the dark room where the real Leland was. This Leland was the present-day one, which meant that this was the oil rig where he had met his doom. Leland/Pamela was watching him intently as he pulled out a small device and turned it on.
"This is Agent Leland Turbo. I have a flash transmission for Agent Finn McMissile. Finn, my cover's been compromised. Everything's gone pear-shaped. You won't believe what I found out here. This is bigger than anything we've ever seen, and no one even knows it exists! Finn, I need backup, but don't call the cavalry, it could blow the operation. And be careful. It's not safe out here." Yelling could be heard from further away, from down a corridor. "Pamela" grew closer. Could anyone see him if this was merely just a replay of what happened? He ran up to the clone/ghost of himself and slapped the agent. It was somewhat like punching a statue, but less painful. He couldn't exert any physical force onto the man, but he could touch him -and obviously, he was invisible to this version of himself, this recollection.
"Transmitting my grids now. Good luck!" With this, "Leland" ran off, and two grungy men, one stocky and the other rotund, appeared from the corridor, chasing after him. Leland obviously knew what would happen, but he was actually curious to see it in third person -perhaps it was a coping method. He ran after them, and was surprised at how fast he could go -Pamela had been overweight her whole life, and thus was never the greatest runner. However, he was actually able to catch up with "Leland" as the agent ran for his life. Both Lelands ran and ran until "Grem", the stocky man with a nickname derived from his facial appearance took out a pistol and shot the agent in the leg. He collapsed, and the real Leland skidded to a halt in Pamela's uniform shoes, stopping a few feet further away. He watched with dread as Grem and the other man came to collect him. The agent passed out from the pain, and Leland himself simultaneously blacked out.