Hit me up, baby.

"You awake in a pitch black void, not unlike the one of before. You grow annoyed that the dull snarky voice narrating your movements is now so close to you within your personal mental hell..."

"What... Where am I? Who are you? Why does my voice sound off, no, right. It sounds right?"

"I, our little Ego, am your logical understanding. Your perception. As we are soon to learn, our mind is in pieces, and is slowly healing in this new body. However, there are pieces of our puzzle best left in the couch cushions."

"Agreed, Logic."

"A new voice enters the mind void, this one more caring and cheery. Welcome Urge."

"Whats going on?! I don't understand!"

"Like Logic said, we're broken. You aren't functioning as a single unit, because if you were, you would become that... Thing, again."

"What thing?"

"The meatsack."

"The wreck."

"Why can't I think?!"

"Sorry, says Logic. I'm doing that for you right now, by speaking. I'm not meant to have company like this, especially not you, Ego."

"Look, Ego."

"Says Urge."

"Yeah yeah, not now. Look, you're the one who goes out in the meatspace and does things. You're the one who keeps this ship afloat."

"Sadly, says Logic."

"All you need to do right now is let us work around in our brain, and get back out there."

"Ego begins to ponder what Logic meant by 'puzzle pieces' and 'couch cushions.' It would be best to bury this hatchet now before its sharpened, Urge."

"Agreed. Look, we used to be a mess, and the only thing keeping us from becoming that hateful little ball of meat again is the lack of some certain... memories."

"Her..."

"Says Ego, wondering who 'Her' is."

"Enough! Look, we can't afford to break again. Its time to wake up. Wake up and forget who we were, that's all that matters. That's how we survive."

"Wake up."

"Wake up.

"Wake up!"