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Smacks and CracksJonah didn't want sleep, but exhaustion took over. Even so, it took some of Reena's melatonin to quiet his mind. When he fell asleep, his dreams were full of Laban's laughter and a debilitating shower of numbers that consisted of ones, twos, and threes. If he got hit by a 1, it was a low-level discomfort. If he got hit by a 2, it was a stronger, lingering ache. But when he got hit by a 3…that was a pain that felt like a bruise or a sprain. When he sought shelter from the numbers, Creyton's face was always there, muttering the same two words: Halfway there.
Hours later, he opened his eyes, feeling that returning to wakefulness was a hard-fought battle. He looked at his clock. 10:23 AM.
A one, two, and a three were all included in the time. If that was someone up ther
