[Painkillers, right? Bless her, whoever the fuck she is. Freddy hobbles out into the cool night with Larry, his adrenaline less electrifying and almost sobering. He's afraid but this time for all sorts of reasons stemming from their current situation and the one they left behind in that place. Shit he wants to ask the old man if it was real. When he's in the car and Larry's looking to leave him alone Freddy reaches out to grab his arm.]
Don't leave me.
[He says quickly. Fucking deja vu. You're in it deep now, Newendyke, there's no turning back.]
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Don't leave me.
[He says quickly. Fucking deja vu. You're in it deep now, Newendyke, there's no turning back.]