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In his dreams, doors open into jungles. He's never sure which one, because he's been in more jungles than he expected living in fucking LA. He could probably guess by the wildlife – even he can tell the difference between a sabre-tooth tiger, a jaguar, and three-eyed monsters from the dawn of time – but there isn't any. No animals. No birds. Nothing but plants and him, and the feeling that if he keeps moving he'll find D, just like every other time.
He never does. But it always feels like D's right there, like he just isn't seeing him —