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[Peter's eyes snap open. He's lying in bed in his Mayfield house, in that still-unfamiliar bedroom. He's under the covers, the blanket wrapped tightly around his side, fabric digging into his skin a little. He freezes, panicking, remembering his condition. He takes a few slow, careful breaths
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[Standing behind him, arms crossed]
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How do you keep DOING that? You're like a cat! ...Ahem. (Sorry.)
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...Good morning, by the way. I trust you had a pleasant nuclear apocalypse yesterday?
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What the he--
[He sees the kids file in]
---ECK! HECK. What the heck. You're... Mart Vineyard? Why are you...?
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Oh it's you, the noob.
I gotta come to school or else I get droned.
It totally sucks more than this class ever could.
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[He watches as Mart just... decimates his lunch.]
What is it with you and sandwiches, anyway?
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On her own doorstep is a package, which she puts inside to investigate later, and she makes her way down the street. What she finds is Peter holding his shoe, staring at a brown box as if he wants to squish it like a spider or something.
At least he looks ok.]
Peter? What are you doing?
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Kono! You're okay!
[He begins to move towards her, but stops short of the box on his doorstep. He looks down at it, then goes inside. He's visible from outside, opening the living room window, which he clambers out of and jogs over to his friend to hug her.]
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Yeah, I'm ok. You ok? Your side's ok?
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Ahem, me? Hah! I've had worse.
Though dying, is, um... pretty new, actually...
...That all DID happen... right? I kinda thought maybe it was a nightmare...
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