"Hey, what are you doing here? Can you remember anything before you were here? And, if can't, why do you know your name?" Jack suddenly felt paranoid. Could this be some sort of trick?
"No, I can't remember it! I can barely remember a god damn thing that has happened this past week.." Exhausted and frightened, Patrick sank down on the floor.
"Oh shit...Oh no...I am sorry, but I must release you from the torment of being a dream, unless you prove you are real." Jack grabbed his lead pipe, and started to move forward.
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