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Oscar's dreaming...

Oscar is being chased. It's a dark night and beings akin to wolves follow him, though they have no body. All he can see behind him is shadows, all he can hear is the snarling. He runs through a neighborhood, the houses huge and intricate. Every light is out except one, a streetlamp, the yellow bulb casting light into the yard of one of the houses. Oscar runs through the grass, reaching the lamp and climbing up the sculpted base. In the light the beings cant reach him, but they still circle around him and wait. Wait for him to fall. Wait for him to break. Oscar knows, as long as he is scared, they will be waiting. So, he clings to the lamppost and looks up. He begins to mentally point out constellations. Cepheus. Cassiopeia. Ursa Minor. Though as he tries to find Ursa Major, he can't. The stars aren't correct and he doesn't understand why, and he begins to grow lucid.

Oscar wakes.