Paradoxon: Fix In Posterum
The fix 95

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"Hahh. hahh... hahh.." Trish tried to catch her gasping breath. They had been walking for hours, but they had not found the place they were looking for.

"Can we rest for a while? I'm tired" he shouted at Tessa who still seemed eager to walk.

Tessa stopped her footsteps, she turned to look at Trish behind her who was now walking with gontai.

"Huft~" Tessa sighed harshly. He stood there, stopping his footsteps.

BRUKK!

Trish is laying her body on the ground right near Tessa right now. He was really tired of walking so far from one end of the road to the other, from west to east to south to north. Everything they had been through, but the result they got was a big zero. They really couldn't find a place in their way. And Trish was getting tired of looking. He was almost desperate.

"You're so bad, he said you're a gym teacher. But you really suck, even walking all day long you're not strong." Tessa squatted down there. Paying attention to Trish who is still trying hard to regulate her breathing.

"Look! Although I am a gym teacher, I have never walked this far in a big bag with my clothes in it! You think this bag is as light as a feather?" Trish glared in annoyance at him. He got up and sat on the ground. He had just managed to catch his breath.

Tessa opened the bag she was wearing, and then grabbed something from inside.

"It! Drink up!" Tessa told Trish while giving a bottle of the drink she was carrying.

"Thank you." Trish grabbed the bottle, opened it quickly and took a sip.

"Don't spend it! Our journey is long!"

"Yes-yes. I know, too," replied Trish, wiping her wet lips. He then closed the bottle and thrust it back at Tessa. "Well, by the way, wouldn't we better find a place to rest first? It's getting dark."

"uh? Oh, you're right. I just realized," Tessa murmured as she looked around her. And the blue sky that stretched over them, now began to turn orange. Indicates that the sun is slowly starting to descend from his throne.

"You're so focused on your ambitions that you're not aware and don't care about the surroundings" Trish said.

"I just want this whole thing over quickly." Tessa got up from her position. Stand up while fixing his bag.

"Yes, you have a point too." Trish painstakingly got up from her seat. Cleaning his dirty clothes as it lay on the ground.

"I agree with you!"

"Then let's go."

Tessa and Trish move away from where they are today, looking for a place to spend the night and recover their energy before they continue their search tomorrow morning.

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Nightfall. After having dinner together, and spending the rest of their nights together, sleep finally arrived. The five of them approached their beds. Lie down on each other's beds and start trying to sleep.

While Taz, Marko, Vincenzo, and Nero are closed, Dean is different from the one who is now alone in the dark. Both eyes looked at the board that was now Nero's bed on his bed.

"What exactly is the meaning of my dream? I still don't understand, why does the dream always appear in my sleep and why every time I dream it, I always cry?" dean murmured as he looked closely between the darkness. For some reason since then his brain was seized again by a puzzle that sprung up in his mind. His curiosity arose as he kept on remembering the dream he had managed to remember.

"This dream has been up since I got back to the dorm, and before all this happened" Dean murmured.

"What does this dream actually mean?"

"If I remember again in that dream, I was still in a small state. I was left by my mother to my grandfather, then in the dream, she left and I cried. But what Vice and Nero say is true. The question is, where did Mom go? And why didn't you show up in my dream?" Dean retraced his dream from the start. He was trying to find clues to the dreams he had experienced. But after almost half an hour he searched, but the results remained nil. He really could not find the slightest hint of his dream.

"I really didn't find the answer. I didn't find any clues to my dream. But strangely enough, I somehow felt that this dream was closely related to what was going on in my life. Butwhat? Is this dream a clue to something? Or is this dream actually an event that I have experienced before?" Dean approached the various questions in his mind that sprung up slowly. Striking his brain in the darkness of a quiet night.

"If you remember again, only in this dream do I remember that the one in the dream is me. Me when I was a kid. Whereas if I was conscious like this, I really could not remember every incident I experienced when I was a child. I can't remember my life when I was a kid."

"What exactly happened to me? Why can't I remember what happened when I was a kid? Have I had an accident before? Which causes my memory to be lost from my brain memory?" Dean mumbled slowly. The more he thought, the more puzzles sprung up in his mind. Leave endless questions that don't know what the answer is.

"If it's true, maybe it makes a little bit of sense. But I can't be sure if it's true or not, because I don't remember anything. All I know about all this is papa and mama, because those who since childhood took care of me and raised me. And maybe the only way I can find the answers to all these questions popping up in my head is to ask them directly."

"Yes, it seems like I have to ask my mom and dad about what happened when I was a kid and why I can't remember all my memories when I was a kid. I have to ask," murmured Dean.

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