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"Okay.. From one of your books?"
He felt only panic, unsure what to do.
"Now what?"
She smiled slightly, saying nothing.
"What would you like a story about?"
"Stop it.. Stop it now!"
She went quiet, watching his hands.
"Yeah. Then get into bed and I'll tuck you in."
He shuddered, panicking. "Stop.. What are you doing..?"
She rested her head again.
"Good work. There's your pajamas."
"You.. You need to leave now."
She chuckled. "Sure."
He grabbed her pajamas, setting them on the bed.
"Hm," she murmured, picking them up and putting them in her own bag.
He stepped back. "What are you doing here?"
She kissed the back of his neck before resting her head on his shoulder.
"Hm. Okay, go do that."
She frowned, taking the cans of food as well as looking for anything that could be used to create for August.
Sam looked up, confused. "Where am I? Who are you?"
