[You know when you wake up and you feel like there's a leaden weight sitting on your chest, stopping you from moving? Most of the time when that happens, it's because of sleep paralysis. Somewhat less of the time, it's a close encounter of the third kind. ... This time, however, it's a very large Furret curled up neatly in the middle of Heather's
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Heather!
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... Dad? ... Hnn, what happened?
[The last thing she could remember was... NOT the forest, actually... but rather, all the vivid, disturbing dreams she'd had.]
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Heather if you ever do that again, I'm grounding you for a month, alternate universe or not.
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[The details are filtering back in, though... and Heather's first reaction is a sheepish grin.]
Uh... heh heh, my bad...
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What were you thinking? I told you not to get separated.
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[So glad you're back. This needs more hugs. All the hugs, forever.]
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[And she was! ... Because no matter how cocky she was, Heather could at least usually own up to her own mistakes... and that one had been her bad, BIG-TIME.]
[She withdraws one arm from the hug so that she can scrub at her eyes.]
Nnnghgk, how long was I out?
I didn't miss breakfast, did I?
[... She was only asleep for one night, right? ... Right?]
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.....Heather.
You've been asleep for days.
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... You're messin' with me.
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You've been out for a week.
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[Her expression is one of sheer disbelief.]
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[Pulling out of the hug, she starts trying to stand up. Holy shit, a week.]
Is... everyone else awake yet?
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I'm not sure.
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I should probably get on the network and check-- oogh head rush.
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