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[After his six day sleep, Cruce has finally awakened on Wednesday night. He is half awake, sitting in the backseat of the car. In the car, his mom and sister sit up front, still heavily concerned and a bit paranoid.]
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Cruce's Mom: ...Honey? Are you still up?
Cruce: ...[His speech is nearly silent.] ...Yeah...
Cruce's Mom: Okay... Hang in there, we're almost home.
Cruce: ...Alright... [Despite this, his head hangs forward. He does have an incentive to stay awake, and that is simply to avoid any more visions.]
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[The rest of the way home is silent. It is a disturbing silence for Cruce's mom and sister, considering they thought he could slip back into a coma at any time.]
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[Cruce tries not to doze off to sleep, though he finds it difficult as the car comes to the streets near his house, considering the ride from there is much smoother.]
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[Everything from here becomes a blur. Cruce's vision and hearing fades to a certain extent. He tries his best to respond as they reach the house, assisted up and out of the car by both his sister and mother. He is walked into the house and to his room, where the two help him into his bed.]
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Cruce's Mom: Okay Honey... if you feel like you need anything or something is wrong, just give me or your sister a holler. I'll try to stay up until you go to sleep.
Cruce's Sister: ...Which might not be too much longer.
Cruce: [Chuckles weakly.] ...Y-yeah... I'll be out of it in a few minutes... I hope... I hope I don't...
Cruce's Sister: The doctor said you won't slip back into a coma. Your brain and stuff just feels tired.
Cruce: Feels like the flu.
Cruce's Mom: Just rest up. You don't need to go to school tomorrow... We'll see how you're feeling Friday. Your dad is home tomorrow, so he'll watch you.
Cruce: Papa Gibsy? Okay...
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[With Cruce resting up, the other two leave, still worried for his sake...]
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Cruce: [Now watching TV, though still dozing off a bit.] ...C... Crap...
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[His head throbs.]
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Cruce: ...Ouch... [Holds a hand to his head. It throbs again. His vision pulses from blurry to clear, blurry to clear with each throb. He groans.] ... Wh-what's... happening...?
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[The blurring pulses become flashes of light.]
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[The light appears to change colors... To Cruce, this is not understandable in the slightest...]
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[First, green...]
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[Second, yellow...]
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[Third, pink...]
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[Fourth, light blue...]
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[Fifth, dark blue...]
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[Sixth, orange...]
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[Seventh, brown...]
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[Eighth, purple...]
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[Ninth, gray...]
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[Tenth, red...]
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[Eleventh, white...]
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[Twelfth, black...]
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[This pattern continues to repeat itself. Cruce buries himself under his blankets, trying to compress his head further to eliminate the pain, though no matter how dark it gets under the covers, he still sees these pulses of light.]
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Cruce: (Stop... stop this, whoever's doing it. Stop... Please!!) [He groans louder.]
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[Eventually, his exhaustion takes him. He falls asleep through the fading pain..]
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[Misery...]
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[Misery evolves into solace.]
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[Solace...]
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[Again, Cruce finds himself in the same field of grass from his period in a coma.]
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[He is visible and unchanged.]
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Cruce: [Standing, looking to the sky.] ...This again...? I didn't want this again... But... here it is... Okay, you got me, visions. What do you want?
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"Please..."
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Cruce: [He closes his eyes.] There you are again, voice... I'm here now... ...My heart's open to whatever you need to say.
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"Where am I...? What is this place...?"
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Cruce: I could ask you the same question... Are you here too?
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"I... I don't know... I hear you... But I can't see you."
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Cruce: ...[He opens his eyes, scanning around.] I hear you too, but only that.
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"...What is your name?"
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Cruce: My name is Cruce Maximilius.
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"Cruce... Maximilius? ...Why...? Why was I wrong...? I have been calling out to him for so long now... But... I was mistaken... I called upon the wrong one... I'm sorry.."
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Cruce: No, wait! I don't think you're wrong. I've had strange visions all my life, and this is one of them! I don't belong... wherever I am now. I belong home... I belong to my boring little world... But I think you do have... the right person...
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"...I don't know if... if you are the right person... His name was different... His voice was different... I'm sorry. You do belong home. It... wouldn't be right of me to spread this problem to innocents."
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Cruce: Problem...? [His vision slowly becomes darker and darker. The voice no longer exists.] What problem...? H-hey! What's your name?! Where did you come from?! [Darker...] Don't go! Don't go! Please, I just want to know why this is happening to me! [Darker...] No! ... No... [Darker...] ...Don't leave... [Blackness.]
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[The darkness of how Cruce awakened from a coma returns...]
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--E n d i n g--
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Episode 5 is on the way!