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You're barely a hundred steps into the dark fog when you reach a house.
There's no sound behind you except the moving fog, but you know that means nothing.
It's dark in there. Not so much a house as a hovel. A bare minimum of effort. There's no mist at all past the empty door, which somehow makes it seem worse.
>nerr
>NOPE
You skid just enough to swerve aside of it and keep running.
The Trinkkitt Beeds are not on you, across your torso like usual, but you know they must still be on your real body, wherever it is.
You put your hand where you remember the <span class="mu-b">{SPEEKY CHATTY} </span> Beed was and start chanting.
>忘れないで
>私のテレフォン
>ナンバー
>困った時ダイヤルして欲しい
>いつでも
>あうー
>56709
Nothing; there's no zappy pickup like usual. You last remember closing your eyes for a kippy-bye before Gui Li started attacking you out of the mist.
Your real body should still be asleep. Maybe if you shouted louder, you might mumble in your sleep and activate the <span class="mu-b">{SPEEKY CHATTY}</span> that way. It'z shit odds, but shit is all you got right no-
>eyyyy
>wad da fugg
You've just swerved past the hovel house just now, and here it is again, the same house, rising out of the mist.
You snatch a quick glance over your shoulder. The corner of your eye catches sight of a small skinny shape mid-leap, the long wicked implement it's thrusting juuust touching your back, just next to the spine.
You're <span class="mu-r">got</span>.
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>nerrh?
