He laid down on the bed, closed his eyes, and imagined himself into the Preserve. He pictured himself surrounded by trees as the summer breeze ruffled his hair and tugged at his robe. He was a galaxy away from the remains of the Temple and its memories.

( And then there's a nightmare... )

A very small boy with a bucket over his head--thanks for that, Friday's toy chest--toddled down the hallway and made his way down the stairs.

Bounce-bounce-bounce.

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