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[sign_seeker]

*A week and more of uneasy nightmare-ridden sleep is not completely erased by a single night, but it can do a fair amount when the power of Morpheus is behind it. Will wakes only reluctantly to a shrieking alarm clock, but when he rises he feels more alert than he has in days

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[sixth_son]

James peers at Will over breakfast with a certain degree of surprise - but between Mary's chatter, and Mrs. Stanton's constant reminders about homework, there is no chance for either to get a word in edgewise until they are standing outside by the bus stop.

[sign_seeker]

--Oh, lord, did I forget my--

*Will digs in his bag for a minute, and then finds his English homework.*

Here it is. All right.

[sixth_son]

James looks at him, his brow furrowed.

"Well - you actually look awake this morning, and not terrified witless. Which is a good thing, I suppose."

[sign_seeker]

*Will does not roll his eyes at the phrase "terrified witless," but he looks like he's thinking about it. He smiles crookedly.*

Yes. It's a good thing.

*simply* It's over.

[sixth_son]

"It? You mean, everything that was wrong is -"

James hears the sound of the bus coming down the road, and sighs.

"I suppose you'll clam up as soon as we get on the public transportation, won't you."

[sign_seeker]

*cheerfully* Probably.

I mean the nightmares, all of that. Nyarlathotep.

*And then the bus pulls to a halt, and the doors open.*

[sixth_son]

James looks at him, and rolls his eyes, but grins - a real, relieved grin - and then shoulders his bag and climbs into the bus.