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There was something different about this bed.

It was softer than what he was used to and the covers were plusher. He could feel something cool and hard resting against the crown of his head that wasn’t a wall. The room he was in was warmer, too, and it didn’t smell like his room. There was no sounds of people walking past on hard, linoleum floors.

He remembered running, running so hard he was panting and gasping for air, but being too desperate to stop. The weird dimming of the light as he ran, the different feeling in the air that came too quickly to be natural. Stowing Minion away under a newspaper in an alley. Running some more, then falling backwards after running into something.

Then warmth, hands on his shoulders, a reassuring voice, a heated car and getting Minion back. Staggering into a warm house and eating warm food. Begging Tessa to take his chip out.

Tessa.

Please don’t let that be a dream please don’t let that be a dream please don’t let that be a dream …

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