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[h3][color=f7941d]~Avery Grant~[/color][/h3]

Avery was imagining all of the glorious victories the girl might have along her journey, getting even more excited with each one. Again, he missed her slight again, coming back to reality about the time she said she’d think of him. Avery smiled. Friends thought of each other often. They must be friends, then. Logic like that was rock-solid.

Then something happened.

Uhhhhhhhhh…

Brain, any idea what’s going on?

No?

Didn’t think so.

The little chick beside him, well, started breathing.

Normally a good thing, or so Lung would have Avery believe.

But she was breathing hard. And fast. Like he had when he went swimming and tried to touch the bottom of the lake, but ran out of air and struggled to the surface. He couldn’t get enough of the stuff. Did Peggy get lost in her imagination, and now thought she was drowning? Oh no. People could die from that, right? From overactive imaginations? Well, that wouldn’t do. Avery didn’t know how he’d survive in the wilderness without the Survivalist. 

So he made up his mind. He would get her the air she needed. CPR. That helped, right?

Avery drew in a ton of air, and was about to attempt to administer, when the Cool-Hat dude rushed over and started trying to talk down Peggy. He made some good points. If you emptied your head, you’d empty your imagination. If you emptied your imagination, you wouldn’t be drowning anymore. Silly Peggy.

But maybe he should still try to-

Before he could attempt his life-saving maneuver, the wee-one came bearing a chair, telling Peggy to sit. That should do the trick. Silly Peggy, you can’t drown if you’re sitting down. It’s Science.

Then Melody shoved a first-aid kit in Avery’s hands. Did Peggy need some serious surgery? Well… Avery had never operated on a person before, but when life hands you scalpels, make itty-bitty cuts. He had seen it down plenty of times on TV. He’d just need to make a cut on her stomach large enough for his hand. Then he’d reach in and cut a few more...uh...things, and she’d be better. Being a doctor wasn’t that hard. Maybe Avery would do that for a living? OH! But the task at hand.

Avery began trying to open the kit, but Peggy seemed to come back down from her cloud. Well then. Welcome back to civilization, Pegs. Avery stopped fiddling with the kit, albeit slightly disappointed. Who knows, though? Maybe he’d have a chance to be Top Doc at a later point in time. He sure hoped so. Although he didn’t want anyone to get hurt. Somehow, the two wants did not collide in friction in Avery’s simple mind.

Melody called his name, and Avery, having zoned out once more, came back to reality with a hearty [color=f7941d]“Heya heya!”[/color]

Avery smiled, prior crisis almost completely gone from his consciousness. 

Ignorance was bliss.
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