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[A flash of white, a burst of static. The feed comes on at on odd angle, showing an unremarkable City ceiling. The device, knocked off a counter, rolls a little, angling up from the floor to show a boy climbing up onto a chair so he can reach the kitchen cabinets. He knocks over a couple of boxes but manages not to break anything,

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[byweavinglives]

Hello.

[all_he_saw]

[After a moment's fiddling, and a cereal crunch;]

Hi.

[byweavinglives]

Are you alone?

[all_he_saw]

I'm having dreams. [This is a matter-of-fact, logical explanation.] I had this one once but it was different.

[byweavinglives]

Do you dream a lot?

[all_he_saw]

Sometimes. Last time there was a man and it was his house, but this time it's a different house, but some of the same things in it.

[byweavinglives]

But there is no man today.

[all_he_saw]

Nu-uh.

[byweavinglives]

No little brother?

[all_he_saw]

You seen him?

[byweavinglives]

No. But I know about him.

[all_he_saw]

He's not here 'cos it's my dream. I think.

[byweavinglives]

It wouldn't be very polite for him to come into your dream, would it?

[all_he_saw]

I wouldn't mind.

[byweavinglives]

I wouldn't mind my brother, either.

[all_he_saw]

You have a little brother?