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“No...but I’ll excuse you for missing the point.” He said scowling. “And for being rude and pushy as hell instead too. Let me spell it out, asking questions got me into a load of ‘other s**t’. Literally… asking…. Questions.” He said slowly to make sure she couldn’t, or, well probably couldn’t work it into some new and creative meaning.

“If you start dreaming of a strange -place-... you’re getting sucked in, it’ll probably be raining unless you dream you’re inside. But that’s how it starts. Two… always carry a damned umbrella. Because asking questions is what has gotten a lot of people I know sucked into this s**t. If you start dreaming, or funny things start happening. Come back, I’ll tell you what I know. Because by then maybe you’ll realize I’m telling the damned truth. no one knows what is coming next. None of us have some way to ‘prepare’ for this, NONE. So if you want to know… pick a different reason, and be prepared because s**t WILL hit the damned fan.”

He let her go...what more was there to say? Her question had been to be ready for 'what came next'...but it felt more like she just wanted the dirt. Maybe it was what she wanted under it all.

He scrubbed his face in his hands.

He should just find somewhere to deliver her one of his damned 'Ashdown' kits.He didn't doubt the way she was digging around that she'd find what she was -actually- after soon enough. It would probably bite her in the a**.

Wait till she found out he was serious about the umbrella too.

He buried his face in his hands and tried not to imagine her among the dead.