As quietly as you can, you walk away from Rex and the beach. It doesn't seem like he's going to follow you. That in itself makes you feel stronger, like your willpower means something here.
You wander through town, basking in the soft glow of the fog as it swirls around you.
"Nothing can touch me if I don't let it," you repeat to yourself under your breath. You repeat it over and over again until you really start to believe it.
The fog withdraws from you a little, leaving a pocket of air around you as you walk forward.
It's a satisfying feeling. One you'd toy around with more if you didn't have friends out there somewhere wondering why the hell you aren't waking up.
"Okay, it's time," you tell yourself, and will yourself back into the real world.
You gasp for air as your eyes open and you sit up to see your friends crowding around you, panic on their faces.
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