Broderick didn't think there was anything weird about that message he'd just sent.
But inside, Leslie was already freaking out.
And right then, Oliver called.
"Connor, I sent you something. Check your email. When you talk to Mr. Ackerley, bring it up."
"I don't think now's a good time..." Connor mumbled.
"What?"
Oliver sounded confused. "Why not?"
Connor quickly covered, "Nothing, forget it."
*****
When Leslie woke up, it was already pitch dark outside. The office was quiet and dim.
The blinds were shut tight, and the only light came from Broderick's computer screen, glowing faintly.
She sat up, rubbing her eyes.
"Ricky, what time is it?"
It felt like she'd been out forever.
And the dreams-so many strange images, most of them already fading.
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