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*On the door of Andrew's room, there is a small neatly hand-lettered sign.*

*It reads: PLEASE GO AWAY.*




*He isn't sure how long it's been since he's eaten. There's a vague memory of Jonathan being there with a tray, insisting, and he must have eventually eaten what was on it because Jonathan left. Possibly that happened twice.*

*He's written in his journal, a few paragraphs.*

*Right now he's sitting on the bed, folded arms propped on his drawn-up knees, chin resting on his wrists, gazing at nothing.*

*A small crystal sphere sits on the bedside table, just beyond his reach. He's trying to cut down.*