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I swear I’ve had this dream before, and by scaring myself awake with it, my subconscious was just reminding myself to cover up again. A strange woman had us cornered in a room with an axe, but I only pretended to be restrained; when she was convinced, I jumped her, took the weapon from her hands and returned it to her forehead. She hobbled into the street before collapsing and alerting her mates that we had escaped. A White jeep drove up and mine boarded, but I was late joining them and seemed bound for recapture or worse when my savior appeared (right on schedule) and heroically held them off for me. He gunned them down as they emerged from a doorway, grenaded the entrance, before falling himself. It had bought me some time, but was it enough?

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