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+ Night Watch +

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+ There's the station. Michelle looks up at the clock. 06:41. + The morning twilight gives the sky a pink hue.
+ Shit! Two minutes.
+ She runs for the platform. Warm air hits her face as she enters the + station – and the all too familiar stench of piss. She looks up at + the signs. Something is off but she can't quite tell what. + She runs along, looking for her platform, until she reaches the other + end of the tunnel.
+ It hits her: Wait... + Where the fuck is platform 6?
+ She runs back. Platform 6 is nowhere to be seen. Someone grabs her by + the shoulder.
+ Michelle?
+ She opens her eyes and lifts her head, looking around in confusion. + It's dark. A tiny bit of flickering light illuminates the room + around her. Jack leans forward and sets a lantern with a candle on the + table.
+ Don't you wanna sleep in your bed? + Your body would thank you.
+ She remembers. She was supposed to be on night watch until two. +
+ What time is it?
+ Three AM.
+ Sorry.
+ All good, nothing happened.
+ What about the fire?
+ Still embers.
+ She stands up, holding onto the table with one hand and moving her hair + out of her face with the other. She thinks + When did I fall asleep? + Last thing she remembers, it was still bright outside. + 8 PM? No, it's June. 9 PM? +

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+ Wolves howling outside get their attention. Michelle suddenly feels very + awake. Jack grabs a gun and checks that it is loaded. Michelle grabs her + bow and quiver with arrows. They walk over to the entrance and look + around. It's still dark, but bright enough to see. The sky over the + mountain ridge to the north-east is a faint green, the rest is deep blue + and some stars are visible. A pack of wolves is down by the river, + minding their own business. The two watch the wolves for a while before + concluding they probably aren't a concern for now. Jack puts the gun + into the holster? on his belt and Michelle + lays bow and quiver down and sits next to the embers. +

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+ She grabs a few sticks of dry fir, needles still attached, and pushes + them into the embers. After a bit of blowing on them, they go up in + flames. Jack dumps a pile of dry fir and other sticks on it and they + both blow on the flames. +

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