Paradoxon: Fix In Posterum
Fix 1 - The same dream
"You sure of your decision? Isn't this too rash? If you get caught too, then the problem will increase. At least don't go alone, take one of my men with you" said the grizzled old man who now looked at the woman before him.
The woman who had just come with the intention of leaving the five-year-old boy to her.
"I can't, pa. If I bring one of papa's men, it will be risky for papa later. Let me go alone, at least papa and Dean will be safe."
"But what if you get caught? Didn't you think you got there? Remember, Sof! You are nothing compared to them. Besides, don't you feel sorry for Dean? She was only five years old, and at this time, she would desperately need the presence of her parents."
"I know I can't do anything. I don't actually want to do this either, because I know Dean needs me. But on that side, I also have to save his father. Anyway, I don't want to put Dean in any danger…"
"…If Dean keeps being with me, they'll try to take him away from me, because they know Dean has special DNA from me and Dam. That's why I don't want to put him in danger. Besides Dean being with papa, I'm sure he'll be safe, because this place was designed to be undetectable by any device. So I beg you to take good care of Dean, pa."
"You don't understand. What you're doing is very risky. Besides, you won't be able to easily get out of there once you get in."
"We'll definitely find a way to get out and back for Dean. I promise." He tried to convince.
The old man with him sighed softly. "Well if it's your decision, I just hope you come back still with this kind of you."
"Thank you, pa."
The woman crouched down in front of her son whom she had just tucked away.
"You'll be safe here, baby. Mama will be back soon," he murmured to the boy.
"Mama.." said Dean.
Dean Apollo opened his eyes spontaneously when the alarm on the alarm clock interrupted the rest of his room. Made Dean instantly aware of his nightmare.
Cold sweat washed down his forehead. His breath was hunting with a heartbeat that was beating uncontrollably.
Dean was silent for a moment trying to catch his breath, as well as gathering all of his consciousness which was still largely left behind in his subconscious.
The first thing he realized was that the ceiling of his room was now illuminated by the light of the star-patterned lights in a seven-dimensional form.
Kingpin!
The clock was still ringing on the edge of the flying bed he occupied. His hand moved trying to reach the alarm clock, but failed. Unconsciously his hand just hit the table, and strangely the clock died in an instant as if his hand had not reached before, managed to grab it.
The dream again, his mind when silence enveloped his entire room.
Dean sighed softly. The same dream.
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