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>You look around the dimly lit studio. "So uhh. Is this the part where I wake up?" You ask, assuming you aren't in a coma or something.

>Tenna blinks, pulling his hand back from the photograph.

>One moment, he's smiling tenderly down at the picture; the next, he seems to realize where you are, and he straightens in his chair.

>He clears his static-laced voice.

>"Well... I guess we've said all there is to say, haven't we? No more questions to answer, or games to win. Not here in my old, broken, flickering world anyway."

>He taps the armrest with one gloved hand, and the table and photograph fade away.

>"But you're a real person, right? With friends who need you, and a whole life left to life?"

>A faint smile flickers across his screen.

>"So yeah… I'd say it's time you woke up. You have things to do, Important things. And maybe, on your way back to your world…"

>He glances at the empty stage.

>"...You'll remember the friend left behind in this one."

>"Ok, then. Ok" you'll forever remember this as one of the strangest yet most poignant dreams you've ever had in your life.

>He looks at you for a long moment... then nods.

>"Ok," he echoes.

>Tenna stands up from the armchair, his suit crinkling faintly beneath the old studio lights.

>"Thank you, You gave me something to hang onto this time. Now…"

>He takes a deep breath.

>"Go. Before the dark gets louder again.