[You dream that you sit up in the middle of the night, your room absolutely photorealistic. The shadows are deeper, the colors a little more washed out. As you look out the window, you see a figure missing arms walk through the empty, still courtyard with stiff, awkward steps. It vanishes to the south....]
[You have a dream about baking an apple pie with Rush. You share a heartfelt conversation about your hatred of mint and zombies. You feel like you might become closer soon.]
[Night 2]
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