He waved his hand. 'S okay, pet. All's well what end's well, roight? Still, he sat and leaned forward. Was this creature what was gettin' int' all our dreams. 'Parently it was feedin' off our dreams an' nightmares, tryin' t' drive us spare, 'cause 'at only made 'im stronger. Managed t' band a lot o' the crew t'gehter t' defeat it, the en' game fallin' t' those of us what got psychic powers.
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