[Halfway through the dream, Alister had already begun to spring out of his chair, reaching for his wrench and ready to make his way to where the other Lombax was staying. But then the sound of his own voice registers at the very end - desperate, ragged, and furious - and... the old General stops, a mix of horror and disbelief as the image of his young friend falling to his death flashes in front of his eyes.

He looks down, the sight of blood on his fingertips as raw as the day he had been exiled, the decay heavy in the air as he can see nothing but fire, fire, fire.

And it's with this that he falls to his knees, staring at the terrible sight, screaming as loud as his lungs can manage.

Was this the alarm clock you were looking for, Ratchet?]