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[thewordofweb]

The bed is no longer beneath my heavy body and I find out all-too-quickly when the heavy thunk of my ass on the floor is the loudest sound in the room. I groan and wish that this wasn't the way I'd woken up today, but it's not as if it's the first time. I slowly sit up and rub a hand over my face, shifting my Harvard t-shirt while peering blearily

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[soldier_singled]

Joe's never been great at waking up, especially when it's that tone of voice that Web's got on, and he groans and rolls his face in his pillow.

"Shit, Web, shut up," he grumbles. "It's gotta be barely fuckin' morning."

[thewordofweb]

I nearly straddle his waist and roll him over forcibly to try and get his attention. "We're not in our bedroom," I say with alarm, more panicked at that fact than the fact that we're somewhere else entirely. I'm still in the clothes I went to bed in, but I don't recognize a thing. And there are sounds, noises, as if there are others here.

[soldier_singled]

Joe lifts his head, blinking and looking around and seeing...his childhood bedroom. He blinks a couple of times.

"Holy crap," he says quietly. "Holy shit."

[thewordofweb]

The panic is not going away and I'm still hovering above Joe perilously, one hand on his shoulder, the other gripping his waist as I stare at him anxiously and don't know what to do. "Joe, I don't know what to do," I beg, nearly plead. "I don't know where we are or how we got here..."