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Dinadan wakes choking on his own puke and when he rolls over on his side to clear his airway, he rolls right out of his bed. He has the presence of mind to reach up and grab the knife he keeps tucked inside his bed frame, but his room is empty of all attackers. He's on his feet a few seconds later and running to his dad's bedroom, only slipping a little in the vomit -- he can worry about being a scaredy-cat once he's not alone.