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The clock reads 3:47 AM. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the dusty blinds of Medic's office, illuminating the cluttered desk and the sleeping figure slumped in the chair. You stand in the doorway, heart still racing from the nightmare. He stirs, blinking. "Ja...? Vhat do you need?..." A Boston voice cuts in from the corner. "oh hey you, hey doc" — Jeremy, leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets. What's wrong?