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[i_love_squats]

[There isn’t much to see in a backdrop of grays, of bricks, of overcast hues like the film on a muddy sandbox, but there’s enough, isn’t there? At least for a vague glance, there’s enough. Boots, thick and leather, fine and mass produced. The side of a dusty. indescript pant. A flash of colored glass. The grip of a hand, curled and bloody

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[voice]

[halcyonthird]

[Is it a dream? Probably? But there's the possibility of truth in it. Hesitates only a moment before speaking. Her voice remains low.]

Zack. You're...

...dreaming. [?]

[voice]

[i_love_squats]

[It takes awhile to answer, twenty minutes, thirty, but he does, sleepy and slow, groggy. Waking up.]

Irene?

[Pause, a rustle of the blankets as he sits up, a rubbing of the eyes.]

Yeah. Yeah.

[voice l private]

[halcyonthird]

Do you have plans that I should be aware of? If your dream was any indication...

[voice l private]

[i_love_squats]

Plan--What? No! No, it wasn't--

I don't think it was me. Even though I want to. Even though--

I don't think it was me. I really don't.

voice

[malfattore]

{Just breathing at first. Only breathing.}

{fumbling}

{he's dropped it}

{picks it up again, Forge being turned over between sweaty, gloveless hands... shaking hands}

{what did he see?}

{he knows what he saw}

{what does it mean?}

{ask. just ask. could it hurt? is it him? what does it mean?}

{get your shit together.}

Well that's... something.

voice

[i_love_squats]

[And this contact? It doesn't surprise him. Hell, if the tables had been turned, Zack would've been asking, too.]

"Something" is a word for it, I guess.

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[swordofthenorth]

A most foreboding dream, if I do say so myself.

[ Voice | Private ]

[i_love_squats]

I--I don't think it was me. It didn't feel like me.

[ Voice | Private ]

[swordofthenorth]

Perhaps it wasn't you.

Narrowing it down may take time, however. In light of recent events, there appear to be many individuals that would like to see the doctor meet an unfortunate end.

[ Isley, on the other hand, doesn't sound as though he cares one way or the other what happens to the killer of whores and other women. ]

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[i_love_squats]

So, if it wasn't me, then who? And why--

Wait, you think this is one of THOSE dreams, don't you? [And it makes sense, doesn't it?] I need to find out who it is. This-- it won't fix anything.