“Jimmy!  Jimmy!”

The words were being whispered into his ear, a sense of urgency to them.  For a moment he was confused about where he was, the hard ground felt unnatural beneath his body - pressing into his hips, the soft touch of a cool breeze on his cheek which had found a pathway down his neck and into the back of his shirt felt different to the air from the ceiling fan in his bedroom.  He opened his eyes wearily, surprised to see the stars above him.  A face came into view, eyes wide and filled with fear.

“Jimmy! Wake up!”

“What is it?” Jimmy asked, forcing himself up into a sitting position and frowning at Marko.  The surroundings in the pale moonlight; the creepy shapes of trees in the darkness, the dying embers of a fire - brought the...

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