[ He was a stranger in a strange land. And also, in strange clothes.
No more sweet hoodie or little yellow booties, and as he quickly learned, gone were the awesome wind waking powers John had previously possessed. This kind of sucked. Maybe he was dreaming again? This sure was a lame dream though. ]
[ At least one thing in this dream pinged familiarity. He had looked out the window, only to spy some ugly ass face on a paper taped to the glass. The names he knew all too well, and John decided to humor his "subconscious self" by dialing the number with a nearby phone. ]
[ He pinched his nose. ]
I have your friend.
If you want him back unharmed, we shall have to make a deal. Sound fair?
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No more sweet hoodie or little yellow booties, and as he quickly learned, gone were the awesome wind waking powers John had previously possessed. This kind of sucked. Maybe he was dreaming again? This sure was a lame dream though. ]
[ At least one thing in this dream pinged familiarity. He had looked out the window, only to spy some ugly ass face on a paper taped to the glass. The names he knew all too well, and John decided to humor his "subconscious self" by dialing the number with a nearby phone. ]
[ He pinched his nose. ]
I have your friend.
If you want him back unharmed, we shall have to make a deal. Sound fair?