He was not we, he was not ‘we’ and he needed to get back to other Ashdown and try and set this right. He was distracted, and growing more and more uneasy because it seemed he looked strange as well, though that seemed to be for only part of the residents of this town. Other people, other people who he didn’t think were dreamers didn’t really seem to respond to him at all, like he just wasn’t there, wasn’t real.
They sort of slipped around him, bypassed or just didn’t’ hear his questions, looked through him.
It was this distraction, mixed with the whispers in the back of his mind, and a foot rather inconveniently changing for a moment to plastic left him distracted. Perhaps that was how he ended up where he did. A taxidermy shop, curious creatures on display that he half knew. “Alois.” He said, and opened the door.
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