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Chapter 15: A Nightmare To Remember 'I keep shaking him, he's not waking up!' 'There's something wrong here. Rob, can you hear me? Rob, speak to us!' 'Is he supposed to be breathing this slowly?!' 'He is asleep... but... there's something wrong. Call somebody.' 'What? Who?! Kyle?' 'Why not?' 'What's Kyle going to do about this?! I- You know what, I'm going to call a medic. Maybe Dr. Richardson, he's helped Rob before.' 'I don't think that's how doctor's rotas wor-' 'Shut up, Lewis! Call a doctor! He should definitely be awake by now!' '...I'm on it. Try and keep him... Make sure that he's... Just don't let him die while I'm gone, ok

Chapter 14: Business Calls 'No.' 'You didn't even stop to think about it!' 'That's because it's a stupid idea.' The Heracross flicked through a few more pages and made a note on a piece of paper. It didn't say anything, but he just wanted to annoy his guest. 'Are you quite done? I've got important things to be doing.' 'Have you really?!' A Zoroark's mane should just be long, inanimate strands of hair, but this one's was bristling like it had been attached to a mains supply. 'You're sat here doing nothing while everything happens around you! What are you, Matthew the Tauros? At least I've been proactive!' The Heracross rolled his eyes. 'O

Chapter 13: The Thing In Lewis' Suitcase 'Well then. I see you've met The Thing.' I couldn't say anything. My mind was still a shaken mess from that experience, and now I was here, and as Lewis and Nicole looked down at me like judges my internal shame and self-blame were both vying for my attention. I'd done it. I can't believe I was so stupid. And now I was here and I was staring at the floor trying to think what had possessed me to think this was a good idea. How could I possibly get out of this? I had only been curious... I... I couldn't really get out. The heavy hand was on my mind that weaselling was the wrong approach to this. It wa

Chapter 12: Respite and Regather It felt like a long way back to Room 394. Not much was said between us - what do you say? I certainly had a lot to think about. Lewis walking beside me was a source of silent encouragement, a reminder that I wasn't alone in what had just happened. But then, I could remember only too vividly when that presence had been turned against me as well. But I had survived that. I mean, I was still here. I could survive this too, right? It wasn't so bad... in comparison... ...Who am I kidding? It was just bad in different ways. I knew I was alright. What worried me, was stuck somewhere deep down, was - is Charmeleon g

Hot Coffee (or, Everything I Know About Time Travel I Learned From The Internet) Astro Layssen sat back at the table in the bustling coffee house and wondered how many times he'd been here already. You always like to imagine that your favourites never change, but of course the rose-tinted glasses can hide the details. The photo on the wall, for instance, showed an open viewscape of fields of coffee beans, instead of the old black-and-white shot of two people (who had probably never met each other before) laughing as old friends over steaming cups that he remembered them putting in later. The striking new red and orange fabric had not yet be

Passing by, you light up my darkest sky Going away, driving on a Saturday night. Don't believe me if I tell you, I caught you smiling at me I see the moon, a million stars are out tonight. Disenchanted lullabies, I, I wish I could swim I wake up every evening I never thought that I was so blind. Well, guess who just got back today It's been such a long time Every time I see you, something happens to me. Goodbye, Norma Jean, It's coming out all around the world I get up, and nothing gets me down. Can't you understand me Dustland fairytale beginning If I could ride this line into forever Good and bad, I swear I've had them both Hit my snooze a

Chapter 8.5: A Spot Of Tea In a different part of the multiverse, Beatrice Phidel closed the window and gazed out thoughtfully into the evening sky. Summer evenings were always pleasant - sweltering heat becoming soothing cool as the sky turned dark by shades. At the point of sunset, it was almost as if the sky itself was being coloured in by the orange glow of the Bidfold-on-Trent streetlights writ large. Of course, that wasn't for a couple of hours - but there was no need to rush an evening like this. No need at all. She gracefully walked over to the patterned sofa she had been resting on just before, ignoring the obnoxious braying of nex