He's dead? It's me, Lily, I've come home!

A call? Nobody responds. I guess technically I'm not really home. It looks like home, sort of.

Definitely smells like home in that. I bought 50 air fresheners to mess the odor of dead people we stash in the basement kind of way.

But it's not real. None of it. I'm still in the veil.

I should have known I never left it. I came in through a tunnel in the nurses closet as weird as it is to say that.

He didn't go out that way, so stupid!

Dad, I'm home and I brought Roger!

Still nothing.

I cut my hands over my mouth like a megaphone.

Dad, Roger ran over my therapist, your son Roger, who died!

Technically he bounced off the side of the car. Roger says, like it really makes a difference whether Felix went under the wheels or into the woods.

The house seems to be empty. Not even Pasha is here. As weird as it feels to think that.

I left him in the road because it wasn't really him. He's still on the other side of the closet door, probably wondering why I haven't come back from school in several days.

I go in the kitchen to get a snack because almost being murdered by Felix made me hungry. He wasn't really Felix though.

I'm still trying to understand it all, but from what Roger told me,

I made this version of Felix in my brain in order to play a role in my imaginary life here.

I wonder if my brain is secretly out to get me if that's the kind of stuff it pulls without me even thinking about it.

The kitchen doesn't smell like the rest of the house. It smells more like food usually. Except now.

Now it smells like a dog. Probably because there's a black dog sitting in the kitchen. It's staring at me with big black eyes.

I know this dog. It's the one that was following me in the real world before everything started.

The dog stares at me. I know how to play this game. I stare back at it.

You don't try to pet strange dogs, especially magic dogs, and I'm pretty sure this is a magic dog.

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