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♞ II. written & action.

[Like many others, the recent experiment had caused Elliot Nightray some grief. Unlike everyone else, though, Elliot wasn't worried about his "family" situation now that things were over with. Something else has been worrying him instead. Namely...]

Everyone affected by that experiment had dreams last week, right? Did anyone dream of things that didn't happen? Or things that couldn't have happened?

[Unfortunately, there isn't much to do since it's raining, so housemates can find Elliot sitting near the living room window, reading. It doesn't look like he's enjoying it, though. Something's really bothering him about those dreams.]

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If we dreamt about ourselves, our real selves... What about your dream? Or mine? Those things... They never happened. I don't remember them happening.

You don't actually think that you killed your... [And here he trails off, frowning. He clasps his hands together, carefully keeping his eyes trained downwards.] You wouldn't do such a thing.

Of course not! I... I would never do something like that. [He loved his brothers. He wouldn't dream of hurting his own brothers like that.] But if I didn't, why did I have that dream? Everything else holds true.

I don't know. [You shouldn't remember. You never did remember that you almost died.] I don't understand it either.

[He's quiet for a moment. There was still that other dream...]

I had the same dream you had, too. It was unclear, but... I'm sure it was the same dream.

[....]

What did you see in your dream?

I... don't know. [It was strange—both of these dreams were unclear. He hadn't seen them as often as the others, but some things were very clear, like his brothers' faces, or...] I saw you there, and I saw... something. I charged forward and then everything started to fade.

[He doesn't know if he should be feeling nervous or gladn that Elliot had been spared that part of his memories; perhaps, despite how improbable it seemed, Humpty-Dumpty wasn't as powerless here as he'd initially thought. But that in itself was a terrifying thought. What if the seal...?

No. Time didn't move, it shouldn't matter.]

...that's a strange dream. But...it is familiar, isn't it?

[He shouldn't be encouraging this, he shouldn't...] Like that time you slipped.

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[He considers Leo's words. They make sense—it was just like that time. But the more he thinks about it...]

No. That can't be right.

[He had slipped and fell and hit his head. That didn't happen in this dream. No, he had done more than he had that time.]

Why not?

That time, when I fell... the kids were all right. I didn't fall in my dream. And the kids, they weren't...

[This feels familiar, for some reason.]

Hmm? No. No, you're not wrong. You fell after we found Helen. Don't you remember?

[He never lies, Elliot should never be lied to. On the side furthest from Elliot, Leo's fist clenches.]

That didn't happen in my dream.

[And if it weren't for the experiment, he wouldn't have dreamt about it. When his nightmares were always the same, he could be sure of this.]

What are you saying, Elliot? [Are you outing him as a liar?]

I'm saying that something isn't right.

[It wasn't like he believed some stupid dreams over his servant, but there had to be a reason for this. Just like with his nightmares, there had to be a reason.]

It does seem that way, doesn't it? Like we're having nightmares of things that could happen...

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Perhaps you're a zombie as well?

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["Like we're having nightmares of things that could happen...?" Well, it was possible, yes, but did tha—

...]

What the hell kind of joke is that?! That would mean I had to have died!

[Was that possible, though? Even without a scar to prove it? Maybe it was, here.]

A very bad one. But that's impossible then, isn't it?

Of course it is.

[After all, a lot had happened since then. But Elliot doesn't seem satisfied by this. That can't just be it.]

[Leo falls silent at that. He knows the argument is weak, but in face of something that is hard to disprove...]

Do you think it's possible that we just had normal dreams, Elliot?

Both of us?

[He'd believe it more if they both hadn't had the same dream.]

Yeah. Don't they tend to be unreliable at times- you remember the experiments we did back in school?

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