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[i][color=aba000]"Yep, I think so anyway. Could have eaten something weird, taken a nap, and dreamed being here... Nope, passed the reality check. Heh, which means I'm not dreaming you up..."[/color][/i]

Well, that settled it. Nobody else in a dream would consider the possibility... Also, was he hitting on her with that last bit?

[color=92278f][i]So not the time to be focused on that. [/i][/color]

Though, looking around the awakening group, she did seem calmer than many of them. One actually pointed it out, and she turned toward him. 

[color=92278f]"I wouldn't say I'm freaking out... More intrigued than anything. I remember drifting off at the bus stop listening to music, he,"[/color] she indicated Brenton, [color=92278f]"was off camping, one was on the bus... And she,"[/color] gesturing toward Aubrey this time, [color=92278f]"doesn't even sound like she fell asleep at all. So, unless there's a factor we have yet to consider, it doesn't seem like we have anything in common."[/color] 

Annette sat down on the grass and steepled her fingers in thought, a habit she had formed intentionally as she liked the air of gravitas it lent her.

[color=92278f]"So. Not only should we be considering where we are and how we got here... But [i]why[/i] are we all here? Is this some kind of coincidence, or were we gathered?"

[i]A rhetorical question, of course. Coincidence is just a word for people who don't know how to spot a pattern.[/i][/color]