Mac was in the dream World all he could remember Vlad fire the stupit sleep gun at him. Mac would do anything just to get Vlad now, here he had takken his time out of his life to come to the doc to talk to him despite not wanting to but at least he had taken the joy of one that he might had wanted to do* Hey Björn when do you think our body will wake op Again as im quite tired already floting within dream Space of our own head * Mac yawned puttling a figner out of his ear * Don't know it was your idea to brag about taking one of his toys infront of him so its your own damn fault that we here. Shit im taking more and more traits from you, at this speed we two will probably fuse together to create one personality that is probably twisted beond all belife *