Dale left Juke in the bedroom and went about his morning routine. He hummed tunelessly as he prepared to brush his teeth, staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror and wondering what the night would bring.
It was early, and he was getting ready to start the day, fighting back the anxiety brewing within. "Just another day," he said, trying to reassure himself, spitting into the sink.
"Hardly," a deep voice rumbled in his head.
Dale almost swallowed his toothbrush. He whirled around, spraying toothpaste across the mirror. "Who said that?"
"I did. Let me introduce myself. Hi, I'm Zander."
Dale stared at his reflection, his heart pounding. “Are you speaking from inside… my head?” Juke hadn’t told him to expect anything like this. Was this some…prank? Were the others outside laughing at him? Using this to try and ease his fears.
Well, it wasn’t working—it was making things worse. This would be Kirk’s brilliant idea. He patted his pocket and scanned the room for a hidden speaker.
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