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“Heh…not likely,” Travis spoke, pulling out his trusty screwdriver. “It’s past your bedtime, Robert…”
 
The tool flew swiftly flew into Robert’s chest, piercing it and killing him instantly. With his bare hands, Travis knelt down beside the man’s body and ripped it open like a giant kinder surprise egg. He was just about to feast on Robert’s delicious-looking organs when a masked stranger appeared beside him.
 
“Who are you?” said Travis. The stranger looked oddly familiar.
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“No, Travis, don’t touch me!”
 
But it was too late. The light once more engulfed the two and Travis woke up in his bed.
 
He yawned, rubbed his eyes, and threw the covers away as he felt the fresh morning sunlight dance across his face. Had it really all been a dream? Still, his heart ached, both because of the loss of his sister and its congenitality.