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[the_cop]

Beep ... beep ... beep ...Ray smacked the snooze button of his alarm clock, mumbling something that didn't actually make any sense into his pillow

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[strandedseaman]

Horatio startled awake, and for a moment, he could only focus on Ray...as Ray was the only thing in the room that made a bit of sense to him. "What is happening?" he asked, looking around in confusion, which eventually gave way to a scowl. Horatio hated feeling confused.

[the_cop]

"It's my room," Ray exclaimed in disbelief. "My bedroom, in my apartment. These...these are my sheets." He gathered up a handful, looking at the cloth with a growing smile.

[strandedseaman]

Horatio sat up further, trying to absorb that. "We are...no longer on the island." He felt the sheets, also, then glanced through the window at what appeared to be red brick. "Nor are we in Canada. Chi...Chicago?"

[the_cop]

"Canada?" Ray looked confused for a second, and then his face fell. "Oh, you mean like this is that again? When we went to Canada?"

So it wasn't real. And somewhere, on a magic fucking island, his body was lying naked in a coma. Greatness.