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mosaic_archiveThe surreal dream was already falling into half-remembered fragments, replaced by an awareness of laying down and a confused mixture of aching pain and numbness. Memory began to reassert itself through the haze, but it only brought confusion. Based on the last things he could remember happening, the only way he should be waking up is if he were now less than two foot tall. And while Rick Myers felt decidedly strange, he didn't feel like a puppet. Though, he had to admit to himself, he didn't really know firsthand what being a puppet would feel like.
A familiar and cheery giggle nearby prompted him to attempt to open his eyes. To his confusion and relief, he wasn't the same size as the smiling marionette perched on the side of the bed. Another explanation for the way he felt came to mind. "I'm on some really heavy painkillers, right?"
"Uh huh," was the whispery reply that needed no translation.
Another sliver of memory resurfaced and, if one of the puppets hadn't been nearby to answer some questions, he might well have tried to force himself out of bed to find out on his own. "Susie..."
Jester pointed across the hospital room and Rick relaxed when he saw his wife asleep in another bed not far away. Pinhead waved from where he was sitting on the bedside table next to Susan's bed.
Rick still had no idea how they could have possibly survived what had just happened, but they had. For now, that would be enough. Later he'd want an explanation, when he felt up to listening to what he had no doubt was going to be a hell of a story.
A familiar and cheery giggle nearby prompted him to attempt to open his eyes. To his confusion and relief, he wasn't the same size as the smiling marionette perched on the side of the bed. Another explanation for the way he felt came to mind. "I'm on some really heavy painkillers, right?"
"Uh huh," was the whispery reply that needed no translation.
Another sliver of memory resurfaced and, if one of the puppets hadn't been nearby to answer some questions, he might well have tried to force himself out of bed to find out on his own. "Susie..."
Jester pointed across the hospital room and Rick relaxed when he saw his wife asleep in another bed not far away. Pinhead waved from where he was sitting on the bedside table next to Susan's bed.
Rick still had no idea how they could have possibly survived what had just happened, but they had. For now, that would be enough. Later he'd want an explanation, when he felt up to listening to what he had no doubt was going to be a hell of a story.