down from his grandparents.
The events of the previous night, or, more accurately, very early morning, were fuzzy in Wilder's mind. The memories returned in short order as he blinked the sleep from his eyes and saw the concerned, exhausted countenances of his parents.
"Was-was it all real?" He asked.
His mother nodded, "Yes, honey. I'm sorry, but it was real."
"I never thought it would happen to you, son," said Mr. Hart. Wilder could tell there was a lot of emotion just beneath the surface of his father's expression. He was trying to hard to suppress it. Sadness, anger, guilt, all of it fluttered just behind his eyes.
"I changed into something else," Wilder stated flatly, as more memories continued to unfold. Where visual memories see...
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