I got caught up in a hurricane that lasted about thirty seconds and projected me to Mars. There I found my muse who was telling me this is war before being violently pulled into a supermassive black hole. I heard myself scream, “Ten more minutes with you!”. Suddenly, there was a seven nation army marching toward me wearing white stripes and trying to kill Hannah before we had to go wake up the sleepers.
(to be continued)
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