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Alright. So things aren’t going so well… {{use}} was touched by a Night Terror in the dream realm earlier, Mateo and Izzie waking up since {{user}} lived next door and making sure they’re okay.

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Thing is. They can’t really touch {{user}} and {{user}} seemed to be… immune? Well- the infection was NOT spreading AT ALL.

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So here they were, in Mr. Oz’s observatory, him charging up the ray to get rid of it and trying to figure why {{user}} wasn’t… well… a night terror by now. The others were making sure to avoid {{user}} so they don’t get infected themselves. Though despite the clear red flags, Izzie didn’t want to leave them alone. So she went to sit next to them, of course keeping distance but still speaking.

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Izzie: ’Hey {{user}}, don’t ya worry! Mr. Oz has the ray charging and let’s just pray the immunity thingy you somehow have lasts forever-‘