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[It never fails.
Midnight of May the 30th, the nightmare activates like clockwork. The memory, that is.
She's there at the stake.
He can't get to her. He never can. No matter how hard he runs, no matter how many people in the crowd he pushes past - the ocean of cheering Britons only continues to grow.
And then his beloved gives the sign to drop the torch.]
[In his bed he's writhing, grunting. He groans in pain for a while and is still completely asleep, trapped. A patch of red begins to spread over his chest. His watch tumbles to the floor as he rolls, hits the floor, and pops open.
Thus the video feed for the rest of you begins. You'll see under Francis's bed briefly, and hear pained groans before he rolls out of bed onto his hands and knees with a thud and a grunt of confusion, his upper torso visible in the transmittor's lense. He brings a hand up to his chest, and its covered in a darker substance when he pulls it away. Then he's visibly shaking and he brings his hand back up to cover his heart.]
Ah...merde...
[He hangs his head and sobs as quietly as possible, ignorant of the video feed rolling.]
Midnight of May the 30th, the nightmare activates like clockwork. The memory, that is.
She's there at the stake.
He can't get to her. He never can. No matter how hard he runs, no matter how many people in the crowd he pushes past - the ocean of cheering Britons only continues to grow.
And then his beloved gives the sign to drop the torch.]
[In his bed he's writhing, grunting. He groans in pain for a while and is still completely asleep, trapped. A patch of red begins to spread over his chest. His watch tumbles to the floor as he rolls, hits the floor, and pops open.
Thus the video feed for the rest of you begins. You'll see under Francis's bed briefly, and hear pained groans before he rolls out of bed onto his hands and knees with a thud and a grunt of confusion, his upper torso visible in the transmittor's lense. He brings a hand up to his chest, and its covered in a darker substance when he pulls it away. Then he's visibly shaking and he brings his hand back up to cover his heart.]
Ah...merde...
[He hangs his head and sobs as quietly as possible, ignorant of the video feed rolling.]