"But I do worry I..." For a moment, he stopped talking and just stood there. Dolemeck almost appeared to be like a statue. He did not blink, his eyes somewhat wide as he stood over Derek (as he was the taller of the two). His hands had dropped down to his side as he saw a "flash" in his mind. Something that just seemed familiar, yet disconnected at the same time.
There was a boy chasing a chicken around in a setting that looked like one of those Medieval Fairies that Derek too him to. But it felt so... real? The boy's mother calls him inside for dinner, and he protests then gives in, kicking a stone on his way.
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