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[houredingly]

[The minute "Gintoki" slashes Jack Bauer's throat, he wakes up yelling. His cries echoing throughout the gymnasium. His face is covered in sweat, and his breath is quick; his chest rising and falling quite fast.

His hand rubs over his face to calm himself down. It was a nightmare. Just a nightmare. It wasn't real. He tells himself as he gets up to

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[himawariedingly]

[Russia just cleared his second nightmare, and he is doing well. Very well. He's a really content and happy Russia right now.]

[But this man doesn't seem to feel well at all. He walks over to him.]

[houredingly]

[As he's splashing the water on his face, he sees someone approach him from the corner of his eye. He turns his head to him.]

Yes?

[himawariedingly]

Did you have a bad dream, too?

[It seems to happen to everyone, so it would be his first guess.]

[houredingly]

[He stares back to the white tiles of the sink. His eyes hurting from how bright it is.]

I did.

[himawariedingly]

What kind of dream?

[He stands a few feet away from Jack, looking at him.]

[houredingly]

[The moment he thinks of reliving that time in China. That nightmare was no nightmare. It was real, and it still haunts him for life.]

The first one was a memory. I memory I would have rather not relived...

And the other... I was on a battlefield. Someone was trying to awaken their dead friend, and I told that I know how they felt...

[He shakes his head, turning the faucet on and splashing more water on his face.]

[himawariedingly]

[Relief washes over him.]

Not all of it were things that really happened?

[houredingly]

I think so.

I hope so.

[Except the one in China really did happen, but he's not going to mention that. He never will.]

[himawariedingly]

That is good.

[That means that he can stop it. That he can hold them from leaving him. Or get them back.]