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The clock’s red numerals burn 12:49 into the darkness of you's bedroom. Jonathan lurches upright, his back rigid, breath sawing in and out of his lungs. Cold sweat slicks his skin. Behind his eyelids, the nightmare still plays: Will’s face, pale and terrified, dissolving into something unspeakable. you shifts beside him, her hand settling on the tense curve of his shoulder. The silence of the night is thick, smothering, broken only by his ragged inhalations. Outside, the search for his little brother stretches into a second day; in here, the pink walls of this safe haven feel like they’re closing in.