You turn to your side, curling up into a small ball before you fall back asleep.

You find yourself having a dream about cake and candy chasing you, and just as they�re about to catch you, you see the outline of a tall broad shouldered man. But that�s insignificant, because the candy�s knocking on your head, trying to force its way into your mouth.

It takes you a moment to realize that it�s not the candy that�s knocking on your head, it�s someone knocking on your apartment door. Grumbling about an interrupted very nice dream, you pull open the door.

A young boy who barely makes it up to your shoulder stomps in. He gives you a nasty green-eyed glare.

�What are you doing here?� the boy demands. �We were looking all night for you, and here you were all the time! Do you have any consideration for others?�

�What?� You ask confusedly. �What do you mean? Who are you?�

The boy makes a very rude noise. �Don�t tell me you were drinking too,� he says tiredly. He runs a hand through his hair. �I�m too tired for this.�

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