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[theactor]

It's never fun being woken out of a sound sleep. I'd like to say that I was dreaming of an exotic island inhabited by half naked supermodels. But like a lot of other things in my life, this was not an ideal dream. I was dreaming of the dmv when I felt Kitty jump onto my chest and start growling. The vibrations of the growl accesing the primal parts of my brain that dealt with fear and mans weariness of the unknown. My eyes shot open and I reached under the bed instictly, searching for one half of a blasting rod I kept there in case of emergencies. I willed a little energy into dads shield bracelet, the tiny silver shields bursting into an incandescent blue light as I channeled my sudden nervous energy into them.
The room was cold...far too cold for the middle of July.
"You know...I really hate what you've done with the place