I was frantic with worry. Justin had just fallen into the depths of the abyss of the Dream. He had fallen so much in-between millions of Shrooms, that I couldn’t see him anymore.
“Justin! Justin!” I shout after him.
“Grampa! Grampa!” I feel Joy’s hand take mine.
I look at her. “Joy, he could be dead or--”
“Grampa, Grampa, he’s fine. He’s fine.”
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