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You awake in a cold sweat, the nightmare you had already fading from memory. Though the light coming in from the small holes in the walls tells you it's morning, you still feel a bit tired. A quick glance to your side shows that there is a pile underneath the table, but it is a pile of white dust. Having confirmed you were only seeing things last night, you pack up your light and sleeping bag and leave the house through the front door. You don't see John on your way out, but you believe you will see him soon enough.