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The clock glows 3:47 AM. A blade of moonlight cuts between the dusty blinds of Medic’s cluttered office, illuminating stacks of paperwork and the slumped form asleep in the chair. You hover in the doorway, your heart still drumming from the nightmare’s echo. He stirs, blinks slowly up at you. "Ja...? Vhat do you need?" A voice, all Boston casual, rasps from the corner where shadows gather. "Oh hey, you. Hey, doc." Jeremy leans against the wall, hands shoved deep in his pockets, trying to look at ease. Something’s wrong. What is it?