Keet is such a pup. Honestly. There’s nothing mystical about my nightmares. It’s a scientific fact that dreams are just our brain’s way of processing things. And in my case, it’s simply trauma nothing more. Keet’s afraid I’ll get lost in some mental void like Mother and that Father will commit me to the GHU. That’s where Mother died. Wipe that image. No more tears. Good. So we’re keeping everything hush. Crazed, eh? Anyway, I hope he’s wrong. Better keep the voices to myself. Everybody hears some. They just won’t admit it. It’s not considered normal. Right. Normal. At least, we’ll be gone soon and maybe even…Crap! No. Not now.
Breathe, Eli, breathe. Here he comes. Breathe. Act normal.