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The air doesn't feel right. This is the first thing Bobby notices. The next thing he notices is that he's still in a hospital gown and that he's supposed to be on the way to a bathroom, yet he finds himself walking somewhere outside. Nervously, he stops, glances around, and then crosses his arms over his chest. It just figures that first, he's blown up by someone, and then he's in the middle what looks like one of the layers of Hell.
Probably just a dream, Bobby thinks, but then he realizes that's probably not it. In a dream, he wouldn't still be completely naked underneath his hospital gown because he wanted to play a prank on Hank or Sam when they came back to check up on him. No, he imagines his dreams would be a lot more interesting--involving intricate dealings with Lorna or Opal or whoever he pined over before he fell asleep.
His little green gown lifts up a little and Bobby decides it's a good idea to start moving. "Least I'm not naked," he mutters to himself. "Pretty certain you're supposed to be naked for these sorts of dreams." He notes, somewhat absently, his decrepit surroundings as he moves. But he can only focus on that for so long because he keeps having to hold the gown down as he moves, ensuring that his leg doesn't knock it up.
Maybe there will be someone, he thinks, but walking and getting nowhere and taking it in makes him think that maybe not. But maybe so? Bobby hopes that either way, they won't see him in his birthday suit before he wants them to.
Probably just a dream, Bobby thinks, but then he realizes that's probably not it. In a dream, he wouldn't still be completely naked underneath his hospital gown because he wanted to play a prank on Hank or Sam when they came back to check up on him. No, he imagines his dreams would be a lot more interesting--involving intricate dealings with Lorna or Opal or whoever he pined over before he fell asleep.
His little green gown lifts up a little and Bobby decides it's a good idea to start moving. "Least I'm not naked," he mutters to himself. "Pretty certain you're supposed to be naked for these sorts of dreams." He notes, somewhat absently, his decrepit surroundings as he moves. But he can only focus on that for so long because he keeps having to hold the gown down as he moves, ensuring that his leg doesn't knock it up.
Maybe there will be someone, he thinks, but walking and getting nowhere and taking it in makes him think that maybe not. But maybe so? Bobby hopes that either way, they won't see him in his birthday suit before he wants them to.