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Anyone else having trouble sleeping lately? [ He's tried counting sheep. He counted up to a hundred thousand before deciding he should quit it. Peter's hoping that some random conversations via text will help get his mind off... well, everything.

He just can't seem to relax. One thought leads to another leads to another. It's a constant stream of noise made worse by this ability to hear people's thoughts. It's a jumble of words that don't make sense and he can't seem to shut that off. ]

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[ Peter checks through his list of contacts and finds Dustin's name is gone. Not good. ]

When did you last see him?

not sure. a long time. there's been so much

There's a chance Dustin might have gone home. [ He hates having to break the news to her via text like this, but he literally can't bring himself to get out of bed right now. This migraine is killing him. The last thing he wants is to put her in any kind of danger in case he loses control of any one of his abilities. ]

But it's okay, El. You're not alone.

dustin and i had the same home. i'm alone now am i going to go home?

Where are you? [ Okay. He can't just sit in bed like this. It doesn't feel right. He's going to go find her and make sure she's okay. ]

library. i have a fort

I'll come find you. Just hold on. [ Library. That's close by. He moves to stand up and goes to grab his jacket. Despite the splitting headache he's suffering from and the fact he almost tripped over his own two feet twice just walking down the hallway, he makes it to library safe and sound and it doesn't take him too long to locate the fort. ]

El?

[she pokes her head out of her fort, which looks a little like this with less pinterest lights.]

Peter? [she frowns, looking him over. he looks tired. not good.]

[ Peter lets out a relieved smile at seeing her. El's safe. Good. ]

Wow. [ He takes a look at the little fort she's built for herself. ] This looks neat. [ He moves to crouch in front of it so she won't have to keep looking up at him. ] Is this where you've been sleeping?

[she shakes her head.] I have a room. But I like to come here sometimes. When I'm sad. ... It feels safe.

Yeah. It does. [ He used to build forts as a kid too. He'd drive his mother crazy stealing all the sheets and pillows from her bedroom. He never thought about using books from the study though. It's a good thing he didn't or his father would have probably skin him alive. ]

Hey. I'm sorry about Dustin. [ It sucks people leave here without any kind of warning. ] But I don't think you're going to go home just yet.

[her brow furrows with uncertainty.] How do you know?

I don't. I just don't think it works that way. [ Just because someone else gets to leave doesn't mean anyone else will. ] But there's a chance he might come back.

I want him to come back. [she pulls her knees in against her chest and exhales a sigh.] Dustin and Mike. And Lucas. And Will.

[ Poor El. Wonderland's a piece of crap for not letting her say goodbye to Dustin first. ]

Are they all friends of yours too? Mike, Lucas, Will?

[she nods.] They were friends before me. But I'm their friend, too.

How'd you become friends with them? [ He decides to move to a sitting position before he gets a leg cramp from crouching for too long. He doesn't mind accompanying her here in this library. It's helping to distract him from hearing all those voices in his head anyways. ]

They found me when I left the bad place.

You mind telling me about this bad place, El? [ He's been curious about that since she first mentioned it. He's also worried about the kid and wants to better understand her. ]

It was a ... lab? Papa made me do tests. He made me do things to people. Hurt them. Then I opened the gate. [she shakes her head, trying to will the memory away.] I couldn't stay anymore.

[ How could anyone do that to a kid? To their own kid even. That's just crazy.

Deciding not to ask her anything else about this bad place she was in because he doesn't want to upset her, he moves to place a hand on her shoulder. ]

It's okay. Nothing like that is going to happen to you here. I'll make sure of that.

I know. Rocket and Lucifer are protecting me too.

That's good. [ Peter's glad she has people -- well, one fella and one talking animal -- looking out for her. ] You should try to get some sleep. It's really late.

[she nods, and then leans against the side of one of the walls in her fort. she's gonna go to sleep right here. it's fine.] I'll try.

[ Of course she'd choose to sleep here in the fort she's built for herself. Peter decides he'll stay put too. He scoots back and leans against the bookshelf before randomly picking a book to read. ]

Good night, El.

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