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You step across the room. Your breath flows in puffs of white as it turns cold from the frigid air. You reach out to take a match and stick.

Emma turns, her eyes half open and face expressionless like she is in a state between sleep and wakefulness. Her hair curves around her cheekbones, and short bangs are held back with a bright, yellow barrette.

"Hello, Rezo."

"Emma! Wake up!"

Emma blinks in rapid succession and shakes her head. Her eyes lose their pallidness and seem to glisten all at once. She leans forward, and you brace her shoulders. She places a palm across her forehead, squeezes her eyes shut, then pops them open.

"That was weird. It was like I was asleep but not asleep."