It was a sunny day out with a cool, gentle breeze. The neighborhood streets were filled with the sounds of kids laughing and then energy of kids running. It seemed like everyone was just, well, running around. There was just no other way to put it. These were all kids in the neighborhood that Delilah knew, but didn't know. She knew them, and could recal vaugue memories of them. But like everything else, those memories seemed to lack authenticity.

Still, kids running were kids running. That was a language everyone could understand in the moment. There was a boyancy to each kids laughter as they ran around in dizzying circles in the neighborhood streets, their footfalls made of irregular patterns and routes through neighbors front yards, the mindless giddyness of an all-child  football team with no respect for any logical path.

"Hahaha! Good one!" Bobby yelled.

"Watch this!" Tiffany said, and she did a little, senseless jig on a neighbor's lawn, clicking her heels as she hopped off the grass onto the curb.

"Super-Fly Jimmy Snucka, off the top ropes!" Anthony yelled, jumping over a neighbor's bush, and into an adjacent front yard, running a crazy zig-zag pattern into the road.

Delilah stormed out of her house. Her stomach growled and, from the look on her face, she was ready to growl, too. She ordered her sister to follow and marched down the street. Hopefully, something on the boardwalk was still open. Her sour mood didn't hold for long. How could anyone stay mad with this great California weather? She heard the sound of kids tearing up and down the street, playing games they made up on the go. She vaguely knew their names. The new memories were like a wad of photo negatives jammed into an envelope: clear enough if she looked at them one at a time, but a muddy mess when pressed together.

"C'mon!" She hurried to see the new game. Something about jumping over a bush? She'd figure out/remember who was who as she went along.

Susan followed her older sister, plodding along the side as normal.  "Hey, it's Delilah!" Anthony said. He was the oldest one in the group, about a year older than Delilah. He was also the most animated and usually got in trouble at school, known for being a bit irresponsible and liking things like baseball and wrestling.

"Hey Delilah! Susan! You guys wanna play, We're playing 'Run Around!" Anthony yelled.

Delilah hadn't heard of the game in any official way. But it seemed self explanatory enough: Just running around and yelling and jumping the the Sumer weather, over bushes and sticks and in neighbor's yards.

"Hey...Anthony." That was his name. The new memories filtered in and she decided that the boy was alright.

The game sounded fun. She looked around and saw girls and boys running after each other and jumping over sticks and things. This game was right up her alley. A smirk curled on one side of her face. Her hunger was forgotten. For now. Afterwards, she'd be famished, but now there were challenges to face and dares to win!

"Hey, yeah! You're on! I can jump over anything you can. Suze can, too. You wanna play, right Susie?"

Susan did some kind of half-cartwheel, managing to land on her feet while not quite committing to balancing completely on her hands.

"Yeah!" Susan said. "I'm going to be the Lion Tamer!" She announced, adding her own element to the game.

"Come on" Anthony said to Delilah, running forward with the zest and enthusiasm of the summer day.

OOC: Delilah Rolls Presnce + Dexterity with the following results

0 Delilah plays the game, but doesn't stand out as particularly impressive  or imaginative- No bonus

1 Delilah pulls off a wonderful run or stunt that makes the other kids take notice - +1 bonus to all rolls for the rest of the scene

2 Delilah pulls off a daring physical move, all the kids stop in their tracks to watch - +2 bonus to all rolls for the rest of the scene

When Shawn stepped out into the front yard to join everyone and play he was greeted by a spasm that developed on the right side of his face and worked its way down his neck.  At first, this seemed like just an odd physical occurrence that caused no pain.

But then, amid Bobby's running around and Anthony's talk of pro-wrestling, he started to feel that something was odd. Not quite physically or even with Shawn's feelings. It was more about the situation itself. It felt like dreams felt. Or like when adults used that French word or something that they said when they thought that they had done something that they were just now doing.

Shawn watched as the Susan girl who was younger than him and who he knew lived down the block from him joined the raucous kids that were running around.  She had appeared mostly in commericials and was the only one other than himself that had down so among his group of neighborhood acquaintances. Aquaintances, that, by most accounts, were becoming friends as the summer wound down.

But this thought of friendship was quickly replaced by what Shawn saw next:  The girl. The one from the Minnesota snow storm. She was running around too. But even though Shawn knew this to be strange, his mind was telling him that he already knew this girl. That she was a neighborhood acquaintance just like the others. That he had always known her.  But it didn't feel like his memory. It felt more like someone had told him of these things.

Something didnt' feel quite right...
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Shawn felt weird, and the appearance of the girl from Minnesota was concrete proof that it wasn't just a feeling. For now, he played it close to his chest, pretending to play along with the others. The important question was whether the girl recognised him.

A devious grin spread over Delilah's face. She pulled a large, floral scrunchie off her wrist. She tilted her head this way and that as she pulled her hair into a swinging, high ponytail.

"Alright, alright. Back up! Make some room! And prepare to be amazed."

The smug smirk faded and she exhaled. Her eyes focused on a spot somewhere between Susan and Anthony. A short sprint across the lawn, then a leap: Roundoff. Arabian Step Out. Roundoff. Backhand Spring. Back Tuck.

She knew this run like the back of her hand, but the landing was sloppy. She fell forward and tried to pull it off as an intentional pose. She glanced left then right, hoping no one noticed. It must have been a long time since her last practice, but time was funny ever since the snow fort.

"Uh...yeah," she panted and tossed her hair back. "Top that!"


22:00, Today: Delilah Gray rolled 1 success using 7d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((3,3,1,1,9,4,2)).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AhVReQnZeuo

"Shawn! Check it out! Did you see what Delilah just did? That was better than when Hacksaw Jim Duggin hit the Model Rick Martel with a two-by-four 'HOOOOOOOOO!'"   Anthony shouted in approval, and with one hand he beckoned Shawn forward to join the group.

Delilah looked over her shoulder to see......Shawn. Someone her mind was telling her was someone that she knew.

But her memories nagged at her. There was another, equal truth that she couldn't seem to shake: That was the same kid on the day that the Clown had attacked in the snow storm.  That was the same Shawn.

Both of these incompatible truths were floating around in Delilah's mind but only one felt true: the Snowstorm.  The other version, which Delilah was aware she was currently living, and which her mind was informing her was real, felt more like a story. Or, to be more precise, a lie. But it was the kind of lie that a kid might tell so many times, that they begin to believe that it was true.

"Oh Brother! That looked dangerous!"  Bobby said agreement of Delilah's daring move.

"Mmmmm.." Michael intoned from under a tree where he was sitting, looking over to see Shawn's presence and seeming to pay particular attention to it.

Delilah knew that Michael was the 'silent' kid in the group. Also, she seemed to 'remember' something about him having some kind of problem. It might be the retard problem that some kids had. Or something like that. This retard problem got him in trouble and made him act different. Like a retard might act, but in a way in which he didn't know that he might be acting wrong. Maybe that was one reason why he didn't say anything.

Tiffany jumped off the curb and started to clap her hands. "That was phenomenon!"  She said, clapping her hands.  Then she reached into her pocket and pulled out a Baby Ruth candy bar.  She opened the white, pristine wrapper and took a long, satisfying bite.

Then she held it out to Delilah, "want a bite?"

"Phenomenon?" Anthony said, raising an eyebrow like he had never heard that word before.

"Yeah." Tiffany said, jiggling the candy bar with her wrist and turning her head to answer her older brother. "If you say that something is 'phenomenon', it means that it's really good."

"Yeah, gimme!" Delilah popped up and snatched at the candy bar.

"I'm like a ninja phenomemom. When I'm not bein' a pirate phenomemom." She was passingly familiar with the word. It was one sports casters liked to shout after great plays, so it had to be a good thing.

She was all smiles and brags for the kids she "knew." Anthony, Bobby, Tiffany, Mongo Mike. His siblings didn't like it when you called him Mongo Mike, but he didn't seem to mind. But there was one person she couldn't smile at. Shawn. She didn't know how she knew his name. She didn't care enough to ask back then, but it was jammed into her brain now. It was all wrong. It was all lies and truth swirled up, like nuts and nougat. The scent of the candy bar made her feel ill.

"Hey! Hey, you!" Delilah stretched out her arm and pointed a shaking finger at Shawn.

Bobby followed the gesture of Delilah's finger toward's Shawn. And, to Shawn's surprise, it suddenly seemed that everyone was watching him.

Suddenly, he was on stage. A familiar feeling, an he knew that what he said and how he responded with the group watching could determine how the conversation went.
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Shawn felt like he was on stage, and instinctively, he went with the answer he thought the group might expect. Or at least wanted to hear. "Hi Delilah!" He smiled at her, as if those lies he'd found in his head were the complete truth.

Delilah's arm dropped and her eyes opened wide in surprise. "What? NO! Shut up!"

This wasn't how she imagined meeting Shawn at all. He was supposed to be frightened and running away. Not smiling and calmly asking what's up. Everything about Shawn's easy demeanor was wrong. He didn't seem any more worried than he did that day in the snow.

"Get away from him! He's with the monsters!" She shouted her warning to the group.

Well, that answered the question about whether or not Delilah remembered him. Of course, they were in the middle of the street in front of all of his friends, so it wasn’t like he could admit anything right now. So instead he made himself look confused for a moment, then grinned and let loose a silly growl. “Yeah, I’m a monster and I’m gonna get you! I’ll count to 20 and come find you! Ready? 1, 2...”

Delilah's feet stuttered backwards. Her throat felt tight. What if Shawn was a monster who only looked like a boy? It all made sense now!

"Susan! You gotta get outta here! Go!"

"Oh Brother! I love playing monsters!"

Susan was clearly confused and the cotagion on her face spread to some of the other kids. Some kids were laughing, some were perplexed. No one really knew if Delilah was joking, or whether or not she was really seriously warning them about something.

"Huh?" Susan said.

"11, 12, 13..." Shawn loudly kept counting, hoping that playful urgency would eventually get them to scatter, and convince them that Delilah was just playing along with this game.

Delilah tugged at her long braids and hopped from foot to foot. She squeezed her eyes shut, but Shawn was counting!

She turned to her sister and shook the poor girl's shoulders.

"I won't let them get you!"

They would run. And they would hide. And then they'd run some more. Delilah could run forever.

Taking Susie, by the hand, she sprinted away down the street.

Delilah felt the equal grip of Susan's hand, her little sister's face scrunching up in confusion as if to say 'where are we going?'

And suddenly they were running down the street, Susan managing two twist her head around one last time to croak out "see...see you guys!"

OOC:  Delilah Joins thread:

Delilah: Bradford Has A Few Secrets....

While Shawn keeps counting, he heard Delilah run off and breathed an inward sigh of relief. He'd have to figure out what was going on later, when he had time to actually think.

"What was that all about?" Bobby asked as he stopped running.

Junior hopped out from behind a bush, stumbling slightly.  "It's Shawn!" He announced with great fan-fare, like he was telling the kids that the Ice Cream truck man had been spotted.

"Shawn's here guys!!"

"Yes" Tiffany affirmed, with less interest that Junior. "Shawn's here. But we're talking about Delilah. Geez Junior, that's not very phenomenon of you."

She rummaged through her pocket to pull out a tootsie roll. It seemed like all of the other kids had stopped running now. Whatever Delilah did had taken the steam out of the game, or at least the frenetic energy. Except for Anthony, he was still running around like a maniac on the adjacent neighbor's lawn.

Sensing things had deflated a little, Shawn stops counting. "Aww, I guess they didn't want to play. Oh well!" He shrugged his shoulders, dismissing their behaviour in a way that tried to encourage the others to do the same.

There was a brief moment when the kids took time to stop think about what to do next. Bobby was covered in a sheen of sweat from running.  Anthony was playing 'air guitar' on the grass.

Junior took time to hurry up to Shawn.  "Hey." He said, shyly.  And then, with a little more boldness...

"Do you wanna show us some acting stuff?" He suggested

"Oh, I dunno..." Shawn hedged a little, knowing Junior thought that kind of stuff was cool, but not sure what everyone else's feelings were on acting stuff. Not to mention 'acting stuff' was a really vague term. "I'll bet it's kinda boring..."

"It is boring." Tiffany agreed. She was laying out a small handkerchief on the ground, taking care to flatten the edges. She grabbed an adjacent rock, making sure that each side of cloth was weighed down so the wind wouldn't blow the whole thing away.

Cowed into submission by the comment, Junior just whispered under his breath "no it's not.."


But only Shawn could hear him.

"Alright." Anthony said, taking control. "I have an idea."

"Let's talk about what's going on here lately. Let's talk about the carnival that's supposed to open the last week of the summer. Have you guys seen the newspaper?"

"The Circus is coming to town!"

Shawn gave Junior a surreptitious wink, like he'd heard him and was sharing some subtle inner secret with his. Then he heard what Anthony was saying, and it took all his self control not to react with fear. Instead he laughed and tried to play it off. "The circus? Isn't that stuff, like, our parents would do when they were kids?"

"Yeah, that's probably true." Anthony said, suddenly trying to contend with this new, perhaps more serious problem of not being caught in a lame, parent trap.

"We'll have to do our best to avoid something our parents did, so we don't end up all, all..."

"Square!" Bobby interjected.

"Yeah. Square. Good one, Bobby-O." Anthony agreed. "We'll avoid square stuff." And just like that, Anthony's mind seemed to be satisfied.

Junior raised his hand, the index finger pointing upward as if he had a point to make, but he was to shy and too timid to yell it out like Bobby did.

"But not the treats. Not the Circus treats. They're not square..." Junior said softly, eyes looking around to one person and then the other as if he could be getting shot down by a firing squad of judgement at any second.

"No...." Anthony agreed. He had adopted the position of the 'Thinker', chin resting on his hand. He was all thought. All contemplation. "No. You're right. The treats aren't lame."

"Ferris Wheel." Michael added. It was the first words he had said in over five minutes. It wasn't even a sentence. Still, its affect on Anthony was noticeable.

"Yeah. The Ferris Wheel is pretty cool. I mean, you get to go up on the ride and see the lights at night. I mean, I'm confused actually. Is it a Circus or a Carnival? Is there a difference?"

"The fried dough too. Fried dough isn't square at all." Tiffany said, licking her lips. She had placed several pieces of candy on her handkerchief now and was working methodically to unwrap each of them: Tootsie rolls, lolly pops, she even had a large Charleston Chew.

"Oh brother! I just remembered that Circus have all sorts of weird, crazy animals." Bobby said. "There are probably tigers and really loud lions. And stuff that eat other jungle cats! It's crazy!"

"Oh that's cool!" Anthony proclaimed. It all had happened so quickly. Just a few comments and a half sentence. Soon everyone was talking about how cool the Circus was.

"A girl at school told me that Circuses are really mean to their animals, though. They whip them and don't feed them and stuff." Shawn could see where the general sentiment was going, and tried to distance himself from the opinions that may disagree with them. Even if he was also trying to make the Circus sound bad.

OOC: Shawn Rolls Lying to Convince a Group: Manipulation + Empathy + Striking Looks + Specialization(+1) with the following results:

0 Successes: No way! The Circus is Cool! = Everyone feels the Circus is a great way to spend the rest of the Summer. Everyone wants to go

1-4 Successes: Really? Some kids have doubts about the Circus. Shawn will make a follow-on roll later in the thread to see if he can convince the rest of the group. A debate ensues.

5+ Successes: Better things to do. Everyone is convinced that going to the Circus isn't the best of ideas.

OOC: 07:47, Today: Shawn Cramer rolled 3 successes using 11d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 4,10(+7),2,4,5,5,10(+1),10(+2),4,2,4. Manipulation + Empathy + Striking Looks + Specialization + WP.
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"I dunno...." Bobby said, trailing off and leaving lingering doubt as to whether or not he wanted to go. "How do we know that animals are safe? What....what if they get out?"

"I dunno guys. I'm not sure if I wanna go." Bobby concluded.

"What are you so afraid of?" Tiffany asked bluntly. But suddenly, everyone realized the question wasn't asked to Bobby, but rather, to Shawn.

Shawn actually laughed out loud, like Tiffany's question was so out of the blue and out of context that he took it as a joke. Then, he waited a second, like he was realising that she was being serious and shrugged. "Why would I be scared of circuses? They just sound kinda lame, and there's a million better things to do when there's not much summer left."

"Like break stuff!" Anthony announced, snapping a nearby stick over his leg. The he shook his head and through the stick off to the side of the yard.

"Eh, maybe not. I'll tell you one thing though. This is getting boring. I kinda wanta to go break something, or maybe get something to drink."

"Or maybe eat."

"Mom's got some Kool-Aid inside, I think! First one there is a rotten egg!"


The kids started to run towards the house, leaving only Shawn and Michael who was under the tree.

As Shawn turned to follow everyone, he heard Michael say from under the tree.

"Wait!" and then, once he had gotten Shawn's attention, he said in a lower voice.

"I want to know about it."

Shawn was about to follow Anthony inside when he heard Michael's voice. "Know about what?"

"About the Circus." Michael blurted out. "You seem like you know something about it."

"I want to know what it is. Is it just a normal Circus?" Michael's voice was like some kind of deep baritone singer. It was his normal voice of course, but on a small, thin kid, the effect was somewhat off-putting, except for his family.

Sometimes, Shawn would catch a puzzled look when Michael spoke. But Shawn never caught that glance from Anthony nor Tiffany.

OOC: Shawn Chooses:

If Shawn decides to lie to Michael, then Shawn Rolls Manipulation + Empathy + Striking Looks + Specialization(+1) vs. Michael's dice pool of 4

OR

Shawn Tells the truth: No roll required

Shawn considered his answer, and what sort he could give Michael. In the end, he settled for truthful, but hopefully vague enough he wouldn't put himself in danger or undermine him with the other kids. "I...think that circus is weird...I have a really bad feeling about what might happen if we go, you know? It just seems like something we shouldn't do."

"One Circus." He calculated, transmitting the words to Shawn, face a deadpan glare.

"It will be here next week. One week. Seven days from now."

Michael said in a neutral tone.

"Some people said that Safety was weird." Michael told Shawn, jarring his memory that that was where Michael had spent some time as a delinquent.

"Is the Circus like Safety? Because everything was better in Safety. In Safety, you had rules and everyone knew where kids were. There were rules for getting up. Rules for sitting down. Rules for bed time. There were rules for what time to eat and what you could wear."

Shawn took a moment to think of how to phrase his answer. Fortunately, he was getting kind of used to talking to Michael, and the other boy didn't seem to notice if he took a little longer to answer. "I don't know if the circuses have rules. Or if there are, they don't tell you what they are, but you get in trouble for breaking them anyway."

"What kind of trouble?" Michael said, as if wondering out loud or to Shawn. It was hard to say.

Shawn chose to interpret it as Michael wondering out loud, so he didn't have to give an answer that might sound suspiciously knowledgeable and/or insane... Hopefully he'd said enough to bring the boy around to his side.

"What do I need to do?" Michael asked, posing the question in a way in which a computer program might require input from a user.

"Who is going to be hurt?" He asked, further interpreting Shawn's statements, or even omissions and drawing a logical endpoint to them.

"In Safety, those where questions that the kids would ask each other. They would ask two questions. The first was 'What do I need to do?', and the second was '"Who is going to be hurt?' So there were two questions. One and then another. One plus one is two." Michael explained his reasoning to Shawn, taking great care to go over the details.

It immediately drew to mind the comments that Shawn used to get on his homework assignments long ago, like 'need to show your work.' Only this time, it was like Michael was showing his work, only verbally.

Shawn took a moment to consider the answer. "I think you need to stay away from the Circus. Because if anyone's going to be hurt, it's the kids who go there."

Michael didn't say anything for a moment. "They get stabbed, don't they?" He asked.

"I had a dream about that. A Clown was chasing me. And he tried to stab me. His name was Mr. Tatters. He had long coat tales, and patches and things like that on his clown uniform. He had 27 patches on his clown uniform."

"I've been thinking about that dream. I did not like that dream."

"I did not like that dream."

Shawn looked at Michael curiously; he hadn't heard of Mr. Tatters before, but he knew the Circus could come to people in their dreams. "How long ago did you have that dream? How'd you get away from the clown?""

"I got away after the Clown killed Tiffany and Anthony. There were Clown rockets falling all around us. I looked up and Tiffany's brains had been smashed open. They were hanging from this tree branch." He pointed upward to show Shawn the branch, voice remaining a calm, monotone.

"I knew in the dream that I had lost everything. Anthony, Tiffany. My Mom. My Dad. My Cousin. That is five people. But in the dream it was everyone and everything." Michael said, explaining the logic that only made sense within a dream.

"Then in the dream, I realized that everything was a Clown. There was no such thing as a peaceful neighborhood. They were all Clowns. Except for you and Bobby. And Delilah. And Ralph. And me. That's five people too. Actually. Ralph was half a Clown. So it was four and half. He was the letter Y, which is sometimes a vowel. So he was sometimes a Clown."

"All of us rounded up all the women and children in the neighborhood who were Clowns. We poured Kerosene over them and set fire to them. Yes we did it. But those women and children Clowns were torturing both you and Bobby and Delilah when you were wounded. They did it with knives."

He switched away from the dream story, to make a practical point.

"When you kill, you don't feel calm. You just feel indifferent. You just become cold."

Then he switched back to the dream story, continuing to answer Shawn's question

"Sometimes in the dream, we would kill people in the neighborhood, Clowns, for no other reason then to test our guns. Like when you, in the dream, were curious to see what the inside of a human being looked like. Or what is inside a smashed head. But there is also the fact that if  you don't kill, then the Clowns will kill you."

"It is a feeling of being sick on blood. Or dreaming on blood. Or like when  you go to the dentist and they give you the gas to get a cavity filled. Only not that gas. Blood gas."

"Then in the dream, often we all would kill out of boredom, or just because we felt like doing it."

"That is how we got away from Mr. Tatters. We killed all the Clowns." 

"That's...a weird dream. No wonder you don't like it." Shawn was a little weirded out by how oddly insightful the dream was. It made him a little uncomfortable.

"Yes." Michael agreed, returning to the terse form of discussion that Shawn remembered was characteristic of the boy

Shawn almost got whiplash from Michael's sudden return to form, but he rolled with it gamely,
 trying to keep to short, actionable phrases. "We should steer clear of the circus."

"Yes." Michael agreed. And then, after a small pause, "Because if we don't, then we will probably have to do bad things. Because if the dream is true, then someone will try to do bad things to us."


There was a long pause as Michael stared blankly at Shawn. His face didn't move. The mask of nothingness.

Then he asked Shawn a question. "Do you think the dream is true? Do you think dreams are true?"

"I think sometimes your mind sees and understands stuff even if you don't realise it, and sometimes that makes into your dreams." Shawn couldn't read Michael's face, but he felt like he understood what he was thinking about by his questions.

"So the dreams are real then." Michael concluded, the droll tone of his voice ending in a way that suggested he wanted affirmation of the statement. It was like a command prompt, waiting for the user, Shawn, to enter something.

"Maybe not literally. But it's probably good evidence. Like, you know how if you want to check if it's going to rain, you look for clouds, and you also feel the humidity?" Shawn was trying to strike a balance, lest Michael have an unrelated dream that would be much more dangerous to apply in the real world.

"So its almost always real." Michael concluded. "Most of the times that there are clouds it rains." Michael reasoned. "Sometimes it does not happen. But most of the time, it does."


He stared blankly at Shawn, blinking his eyes occasionally before coming to his final verdict, based on what Shawn said:

"Most of the time, a dream like that is true." 

"What about overcast days? Lots of those days, it doesn't rain." Shawn kept his tone low and neutral, trying not to overload Michael.

It kept happening. Shawn would say something nuanced, or neutral and then Michael would land on one side or the other. This time was no different. Michael, the entire time responded without any emotion or attachment to his argument. He just spoke like the words written on a stereo instruction manual. Logical. Direct. Devoid of any color.

"A lot of those days is more than one. Because a lot means more than one." Michael informed Shawn.

"But there are a lot of a lot of days when it is cloudy and rains. That means that there are more days for rain. More days when it is cloudy and then it rains." Michael explained.

"That means that there are a lot of dreams that are not true."

"That means also that there are a lot of a lot of dreams that are true."

"That means that a lot of a lot of the time, a dream like the one where we killed people is true."

"A lot of a lot is more than just a lot."

Shawn wasn't exactly the most studious kid, and even if he was, grade school didn't actually cover formal logic, so he didn't really have a good counterargument for what Michael said. "A lot of a lot isn't always, though. A lot of a lot of the time, there's no car when you're crossing the road, but I still look both ways."

"Yes." Michael agreed.

"So we should prepare like the dream is true." Michael proposed. "We should prepare for Mr. Tatters." He reasoned.

"Is that what you mean?"
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"Yes. We should be careful." Shawn was glad that apparently their thoughts had finally met in the middle. Talking with Michael was really hard, but hopefully it would be worth the effort to convince him.

"OK." Michael nodded his head. The two boys began the trek back to catch up with the other kids.


OOC: Shawn Joins Thread

Shawn: "It's Called 'Method Acting'"