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After a couple of minutes just resting, lying on my side on the ground of the tunnel, I decide that I’m not going to die. It doesn’t look like I’m going to lose consciousness if I keep resting.
That’s good. I haven’t lost that much blood.
I wonder if I should take off my jetpack, which is making it hard to lie down.
No. I should wear it. Just in case.
I decide I’m good enough to crawl to the tunnel entrance and peek down.
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I’m lying on the slimy tunnel ground of this strange dream, the jetpack still on my back. My shoulder is in unbelievable pain. I can see there’s blood coming out of it from the corner of my eye. And Joy’s been taken!
I’m just a dream, I tell myself. It’s okay if I die!
I look behind me. I see only Charlie and Master Mind. “Where are they?” I say.
“They were shot!” Charlie says. “They disappeared! You’re bleeding! I have to save Joy! You’re bleeding!”
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I find that I’m breathing hard. This was scary for me. I try to sort myself out. Everyone is.
We’re all here in this small tunnel, where Justin, Master Mind and I can’t even stand up straight. Madelyn keeps touching Joy’s shoulders to see that she is fine.
Charlie jumps up and down, and occasionally laughs to himself. I think he completely panicked.
Justin exhales. All he’s worried about is that Joy got out safely.
Joy recovers the fastest. She goes to the edge of the tunnel and looks down. “What was happening there? Why were there all those kids with--”
Then, out of nowhere, the adult dreamer appears from the outside, below the tunnel’s exit, his arms grab Joy inside the tunnel, and scoop her towards him.
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Justin raises his hands. “Hey there, hey there,” he says in a calm voice. “We come in peace.”
Three of the children are aiming their guns at us over their breakfast table, here in the desert. The other children look at us with fear in their eyes.
“Everybody, keep your guns down,” Justin instructs everyone in a calm tone. “Master Mind, step in front of her.”
The three kids all point their guns at Justin.
“You’re not going to shoot me, are you going to shoot me?” he says in a very calm voice, his arms still raised, as Master Mind places himself between Joy and the children. “Do you understand English? Parlez vous Francais? Dreamers, prepare something that will protect us from bullets,” he says that last sentence in the same tone as if speaking to the children.
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