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         Only two thoughts laid in the boys mind as he produced the money. How fortunate it was that he apparently fell asleep with his wallet and how many drinks Lan could would gulp down before they finally ended up leaving.

"What in the Light is this?"

Those six little words. Those six words were all it took to absolutely and quite literally shatter all his worth. His money wasn't good? His money was always good! But not here apparently, of course not here in a world of dreams. He stood there a contorted and uneasy look on his face, simply staring at the useless paper wad in front of him.

Somehow managing to pull his eyes away from what used to be his money, he just gave lan an irritated look. Of course he didn't have dreaming money. He never knew this place existed until a few hours ago! The boy in his silence just let the not quite drunk lan drag him out of the establishment.

As Lan began to ever so casually and seemingly without a hint of remorse leave Matt there to die. Eventually in seven days but still the boy knew he was in mortal peril. Stuck in a strange place, with no idea where to go or how anything works in this strange fantasy world he somehow found himself in, and with absolutely no one to help him through it. Matt was sure he would die here.

People always said that before you died your entire life would flash before your eyes. Somehow Matt was sure he was seeing visions of his past even seven days before actually dying. It was..... surprisingly boring. It really wouldn't end like this. Would it?

No.

No Matt decided as Lan began to turn away. "Lan! N, No come back here! You can't just leave me here. I have no idea what I'm doing. my money's worthless and I don't know anyone else here! Can't you at least point me in the right direction or something?"

Nothing. Somehow Matt was actually surprised when lan didn't immediately react to his pleas. A burning desperation found a comfortable place at the back of the boys brain, and before he could stop it he opened his mouth once more.

"I demand you come back here and help me!" As the words came out, heavier than the usual words he spat. Stronger somehow. Stronger and deeper. The air felt different. Matt felt different an odd tingling at the tip of his tongue. he wasn't sure what of course, clueless as ever but he was sure something had happened.