Emit was standing at the front of the beds when everyone awakened. By his side were both of the twins that the group had earlier encountered.
“Ah, wonderful! I trust all of you made it back safely?” He asked, which resulted in a variety of irritated groans.
Blaise sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “Hoo boy! I ain’t had a dream that weird since my wedding night!”
Marc was pushed up against the nearest tree, in his attempt to escape the humanoid creature before him.
“Sorry, I don’t taste so good, I don’t think! I got diabetes, your blood sugar will go through the roof! Go away, go away!”
His words didn’t seem to deter the little monster one bit. It just kept crawling forward and speaking in a garbled voice. In an attempt to escape it further, Marc climbed up the tree and held on.
“Ohh, I really hope that urban legend about dying in your dreams isn’t true…” He whined as the grotesque creature began to climb up after him. Already, he could see his life flashing before his eyes.
“Byao zhi yang duh! How long have we been walking?”
To say Harwood was beginning to get irritated was something of an understatement. He looked to be on the verge of pulling out his cane gun and shooting up some of the trees.
He then remembered he was in a dream world, and therefore didn’t have his cane gun with him.
There didn’t seem to be any progress being made, no matter how long the group walked. Not even Sagebear could seem to pick up anything useful.
“Okay, so is there any reason we’re all in the same dream?” Sinbad asked the others at some point. “This is some Yume Nikki level shit going on.”
Marc just scratched his head. “I don’t remember switching my medication to Pregabalin, either. Is it a future thing, you think?” None of them knew the answer to that.
(Warning! Mentions of drug use and brief use of slurs)
After Shark was finished with his own shower, he took the time to make certain he didn’t miss any spots whatsoever.
He was at least grateful that technology wasn’t so advanced that he couldn’t figure out how the implements worked. It at least got his mind off the dilemma going on back at home.
When Shark was dried off and dressed for bed, he came out to see an unusual and amusing sight. Sinbad was staring up at the ceiling, currently in his own little situation.
As dreaded, though expected, Amara’s empty eye socket was bleeding terribly.
Emit was doing all he could to stanch the flow of blood, while Amelia held her sister’s hand in an act of sororal comfort.
“I should have known this was going to happen, but I never expected it to be at this time!” Even Emit was losing his cool over this predicament.
It was sunset by the time the others got back to Emit’s house.
Harwood and Marc were poring over a series of photographs that showcased various sculptures, while speaking to each other about them.
“Oh, I remember this one,” Harwood said as he held up one of the pictures. “I think I sculpted this one shortly after Gonggong died. Look close enough, and you’ll see where the grief I was feeling got too much.”