That should have been it, when he woke up. That should have been enough to cut off the nightmare.
But it wasn't.
The voice was distant, but it was there, like a whisper in the back of his mind. His imagination; it had to be. It wasn't real, it couldn't be.
"Jack, you're finally losing it," he whispered to himself.
He spent his day as normal, working. Nothing huge, no big dramas or end of the world scenarios, just a day in the Hub with paperwork and coffee. A lot of coffee. Fine, he thought. He was fine. But then when he was alone, sitting at his desk, he found himself tapping away on the desk. That little drum beat...
Tap tap tap tap, tap tap tap tap
No. No it wasn't in his head. But then he could swear that when he noticed it he heard laughter.
He couldn't fall asleep again. He wouldn't let himself. Two days was easy enough to stay awake. Easy enough with caffeine and concentration. But as he got tired (as much as he ignored it), that peat seemed to appear again, just at the back of his head.
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But it wasn't.
The voice was distant, but it was there, like a whisper in the back of his mind. His imagination; it had to be. It wasn't real, it couldn't be.
"Jack, you're finally losing it," he whispered to himself.
He spent his day as normal, working. Nothing huge, no big dramas or end of the world scenarios, just a day in the Hub with paperwork and coffee. A lot of coffee. Fine, he thought. He was fine. But then when he was alone, sitting at his desk, he found himself tapping away on the desk. That little drum beat...
Tap tap tap tap, tap tap tap tap
No. No it wasn't in his head. But then he could swear that when he noticed it he heard laughter.
He couldn't fall asleep again. He wouldn't let himself. Two days was easy enough to stay awake. Easy enough with caffeine and concentration. But as he got tired (as much as he ignored it), that peat seemed to appear again, just at the back of his head.
And he couldn't will it away.