Peace, Happiness, And Lots Of Marijuana

[Toaster]

The doctor sighed another time when he sat down in his office's chair. Before him lay a huge stack of paperwork which he yet had to get started on, but he just couldn't find the power to do so. That marijuana addict had totally exhausted him.

The door to the room slid open silently and the doctor's secretary peeked in.

"Doctor, the patient in room two-oh-three is sleeping."

"Well, it's about time," the doctor muttered.

"Uhm... doctor?"

"Yes?"

"Well... do you think he did it?"

The doctor sighed.

"Yes. I do."

As silently as it had opened, the door closed again as the secretary left without another word.


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Weird shapes flashed past him in the dark. Some were making sounds, seemingly words, but he couldn't tell what they were saying. One form loomed above the others, pointing blurry fingers at him.

With a sudden flash of lights, the figures and his surrounding sharpened. Hundreds of people were running over a large plaza, apparently in panic. Several men in dark uniforms and suits were moving steadily towards him. He tried to get up, but his limbs wouldn't react to his thoughts.

He glanced over his shoulder and saw a horrid picture. A man in a black suit with a white shirt lay crumbled on the floor, a hole the size of a baseball in his chest. Several medics in neon-orange jackets crouched by him.

He didn't understand what was going on, but the quickening pace of the uniformed men told him that he'd better be on his way. With an epic effort, he willed his legs to obey him and slowly got up. He turned away from the group and started to run. But he didn't seem to get anywhere. The ground before him stretched out past the horizon, and no matter how fast he moved, the men behind him seemed to be getting closer...

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Olivia Sable