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[Peter's eyes snap open. He's lying in bed in his Mayfield house, in that still-unfamiliar bedroom. He's under the covers, the blanket wrapped tightly around his side, fabric digging into his skin a little. He freezes, panicking, remembering his condition. He takes a few slow, careful breaths
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On her own doorstep is a package, which she puts inside to investigate later, and she makes her way down the street. What she finds is Peter holding his shoe, staring at a brown box as if he wants to squish it like a spider or something.
At least he looks ok.]
Peter? What are you doing?
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Kono! You're okay!
[He begins to move towards her, but stops short of the box on his doorstep. He looks down at it, then goes inside. He's visible from outside, opening the living room window, which he clambers out of and jogs over to his friend to hug her.]
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Yeah, I'm ok. You ok? Your side's ok?
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Ahem, me? Hah! I've had worse.
Though dying, is, um... pretty new, actually...
...That all DID happen... right? I kinda thought maybe it was a nightmare...
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I'm not making any sense. Sorry, it's just jarring. Woke up this morning like nothing ever happened. Weird.
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Now I'm getting suspicious packages in the mail... it's probably anthrax. Or... boxed polio. We're in the 50's, right? They still had polio?
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The packages, they're not bad, brah. Mine weren't anyway. That's how I got my gun from home. It's like... Mayfield rewards you for going through their craziness I think.
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I didn't ask for mine either. I have one waiting at home, but I just put it inside. But they're not supposed to be something to kill you... I think.
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Hm. Well. Er... I guess I should... check it out...right?
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Yeah, open it. It's nice to get a little piece of home. Whatever your piece might be.
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[Inside the box is small folded picture. When he unfolds it, he sees this. He stares at it in wonder for a few seconds. What is this...? A drawing of me...?]
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So? What is it?
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Yup! ...It's just an old photograph of me. Nothing special.
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[Peter's mind is somewhere else, biting his lip while he chews something over. He suddenly turns to her, looking a little serious.]
Hey, K. Can I ask you something random? Back home, have you ever heard of mutants? Like, not horribly ugly people with twelve fingers, but... gifted people?
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