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I flailas I sail through the air.

This isn’t the dream world. This flight will end in a painful crash at best, a bashed-in head à la Kain at worst. Heart pounding, I rummage through my pockets for something to throw at Hekima.

Nina boomerangs me a new direction, breaking my concentration. Does she think I’m a drone or something?

My patting hands discover an object in the last pocket I check. Is that what I think it is? Clearly, sleep deprivation made my memory worse than I thought. Here’s yet another tool from the Bernard job I’ve completely forgotten about.

I pull out the sleep grenade as Nina makes me circle the room even faster.

If I use the grenade, everyone here will fall asleep. That includes Nina, which means I’ll crash-land. If I don’t use the grenade, she’s bound to tire of playing with her drone and crash me into something. Not a big difference. At least this way, I stand a chance.

So be it.

Holding my breath, I activate the grenade and toss it.

Gas fills the room, and I feel myself plummet. I keep holding my breath until I land atop Chester’s sleeping body.

Ouch. That hurt, but I’ll definitely live. But there’s one problem: I can’t hold my breath any longer.

Lungs screaming for air, I inhale—and join everyone in sleep.