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“Jerry!”

Someone was violently shaking him awake.

“Hm?” he mumbled groggily.

“!”

“Wha? What!” Jerry rubbed his eyes. It was Dustin, standing over him and looking frantic, waving Jerry's keys.

“We need to go to my house. Right now.”

Dustin was looking him right in the eye, his expression so full of panic Jerry’s heart stopped.

“Dusty… what happened, boy?”

“I don’t know,” he said, “ but we need to go.”