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[fengmei]

River had been curled up on a couch-cushion in 202, taking a nap.

And then she'd been dreaming.

Now, River picks up her head and shrieks.

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[talkback]

And, to join in on the rush of testosterone into the room, here comes one Chase, a female scream being a sure attractant to him. Because, no matter how much he might protest otherwise, the boy is a hero at heart.

"Screaming! I heard screaming! Who's screaming, why are they screaming, do I need to kill somebody?"

Yes, he has the switchblade in his right hand. In his left is a sharpened stake, because, well, Harth.

[fengmei]

River's head is behind her arm, and she's curled up, keeping one eye focused ahead in case she's also in their way, in case she's next, in case she's got to run too --

"No. It's okay, it's okay for you," she confirms, quietly. "Can't see you."

[talkback]

Chase, with the mental agility of a snail on ex-lax, scratches his head.

"Say what now?"

[fengmei]

"It doesn't matter."

River moves her hands from her face, looking around, once, twice.

"Okay now."

[talkback]

Chase glances over his shoulder, half expecting to see something there.

"Are you sure you're okay?"