[ Jess knows she's waking up for real because the sick sensation is no longer confined to her head. Her stomach aches from falling asleep unfed and her nostrils burn from the red dust that pillowed their fall. Jess pushes herself to a sitting position, sand grinding between the cogs of her brain as they whirl back up to normal speed. It's much less confusing and less comforting than being reset, though she doesn't know how else she could have ended up here. There are no gaps in her memory. It's actually too full.
It's a crazy urge to look behind her for the redheaded girl from her nightmare but Jess has had to entertain crazier urges here. Sure enough, Beverly is there and coming to consciousness, and before another thought can cut in front of it, Jess reaches over to cover her mouth. She puts a finger to her own lips to communicate the necessity for silence. ]
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It's a crazy urge to look behind her for the redheaded girl from her nightmare but Jess has had to entertain crazier urges here. Sure enough, Beverly is there and coming to consciousness, and before another thought can cut in front of it, Jess reaches over to cover her mouth. She puts a finger to her own lips to communicate the necessity for silence. ]