[ He's never been a heavy sleeper, but the day's been a long one, and he's snoring comfortably as the thunder outside returns, the wind -- surely it's the wind? -- causing the walls to creak and groan. The sound creeps into his dreams, sunshine-y patchwork visions of a much younger Livio crushed beneath darker memories, memories of electricity and machinery sending vibrations deep into his bones.
He tears himself out of the dream of Conrad's table with a jolt, and for a moment just stares dumbly at the ceiling of the children's room and the carnival of floating toys dancing through the air above him, unsure if he's still dreaming. Something bright moves past the windows on the far wall, bright lines on something very big, and okay, he is still dreaming.
But then the ground shakes, the distinctive earthquake of a grand worm going to ground, as gravity returns and all the trash in the air falls onto him. Shit. Not a dream!
He sits bolt upright, shaking Livio's shoulder roughly, ready to warn the other man to silence with a finger to his own lips. The worm's not dead, buddy. They may be in real trouble. ]
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He tears himself out of the dream of Conrad's table with a jolt, and for a moment just stares dumbly at the ceiling of the children's room and the carnival of floating toys dancing through the air above him, unsure if he's still dreaming. Something bright moves past the windows on the far wall, bright lines on something very big, and okay, he is still dreaming.
But then the ground shakes, the distinctive earthquake of a grand worm going to ground, as gravity returns and all the trash in the air falls onto him. Shit. Not a dream!
He sits bolt upright, shaking Livio's shoulder roughly, ready to warn the other man to silence with a finger to his own lips. The worm's not dead, buddy. They may be in real trouble. ]