"Dean."
"!"
This never happened before, or it is a part I just forgot.
"Would you stay here and be my friend, Dean?"
"Yes, I will stay here and be your friend."
That is the voice of three year old me!
"Press, [Start], Dean."
Before I could ponder out where I could find the start button, I was already lost in my own dream, as everything turned pitch black.
...
– "For how long has master been sleeping?"
– "It has been two weeks since he became like this. All the potions are not working either, you are his only student, do you know anything about this."
– "Master has been always mysterious, nothing about him makes sense. Don't worry he will wake up soon."
– "Really, he looks de-"
"I am not dead, Boyle." I said, as I regained back my consciousness, "How can you have so little faith in me? I am hurt."
