"So, my little theory about alternate dimensions..."
"PARTIALLY CORRECT. BUT DON'T EXPECT TO MEET TWILIGHT SPARKLE OR ROSALINA DOWN THERE."
"What about up here?"
"THAT COULD BE ARRANGED"
Edward was about to ask Him what He meant by "partially correct" when he felt a tugging sensation in his chest cavity. "That means it's time for me to go back, isn't it?"
"INDEED. REMEMBER, I AM ALWAYS WITH YOU."
Then, at the last second, Edward had a crazy idea. "Hey, what if Smaug could-" but before he could finish his question, much less get an answer, he was alive.
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It felt like he was waking up on a school morning. As usual, he moaned something about five more minutes, shifted his position, and tried to go back to sleep. He got woken up pretty quickly however, by being pelted by raining chunks of gold.
"OW OW OW OW OW" He yelled as he scrambled to his feet. As the "hailstorm" subsided, he looked around. Whatever weirdness Lucario guy had done, it had knocked him out (that or killed him?), and was probably responsible for the gold rain. There was Ethic and Taylor, and- oh that's right, his idea! He had to tell them!
"Guys," he called out as he stumbled toward them, still half asleep. "Ethic. Mr. Taylor the Time Lord. I need to, uh, tell you something. I just had an idea about, uhh, the, um, finding the entrance to, you know, the next circle." It seems that whenever he tries to say things he had planned out beforehand, he ends up stumbling over his words like that. Which is weird, because he never has this problem when talking to people normally.