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Moira's eyes fluttered open.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, which was strange. She had been a light sleeper for years. She sat up with a groan, and found herself looking around herself. No, nothing unusual. Just her in her bedroom. Blergh... she had just had the most vivid dream. Well, she was up now...

She padded down the short hallway, stopping at another door which was sat ajar. The door, much like the walls of the room inside, was covered in posters and signs, including more than a few topless ladies. It was an absolute mess, with the bed unmade and every square inch of carpet covered in rubble and foul smelling clothing. Well, it looked like Sonny had got up. Had she woken up that late that he woke up before her?

She stepped down the stairs, being careful to avoid the 5th step so it wouldn't squeak. Home. It's funny how comforting it felt all of the sudden. Everything she had to her name within this little box of bricks and mortar. She peered over the banister at the final step. Ah, there he was. Finishing up ironing his shirt for work. Fancy that! Work! Shame it wasn't in the Guild, but the poor man never really deserved to have to fight against her reputation anyway.

"I'm off, Mum. Seeya later," he moved over to her and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. And with that, Moira's entire world stepped out of the door.

He didn't even see the chimney fall before it crushed him.

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Syed sat up suddenly, his chest heaving. For a moment he found himself increadibly disorientated. He somewhat worriedly looked over himself, although his hands were bare and left arm as unmarked as ever. So it was a dream? It was an increadibly intense dream. He glanced around the room, rapidly calming down before he caught sight of the clock on the wall. 7:24am.

He was late! He scrambled up, slipping over the magazines and wires which littered the floor and towards the desk. Lesson plans, marked work, a spelling test to surprise them with. At least he was prepared.

After a lightning fast clean, shave, and shoving some leftover samosas into his mouth he was ready. Dressed in his usual brightly-coloured sweatervest, his tie tied, his shoes shiny. He had to be especially presentable today, today was Jainie's 7th birthday. He was going to have the whole class sing her happy birthday.

He glanced in the mirror, and was slightly taken aback by how [i]happy[/i] he looked. He didn't really know why it shocked him so much. Either way he tried to tidy his hair, although that was as futile as ever. He shoved his messenger bag over his shoulder, made sure he was all packed and ready to go, then charged out of his apartment.

It wasn't until he got to school, and just in time at that, when he realised that everything was far, far too quiet.