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Hawkeye woke slowly, Annabelle nested against him. He stretched and rolled onto his back, kicking his leg over the edge of the bed.

Except the edge wasn't there. There was more bed. What the...

He sat up and looked around, taking in the wood floor, the closet, the dresser disbelievingly. This wasn't possible. No way this had happened.

"Bella," and his voice was shaky. "Wake up."