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[๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถโ€™๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜บ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ. ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต.. ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ต..?

๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต? Clive stands and grips the bars tightly, eyes glinting as he glares. ๐˜ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด. ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ?]
[๐˜ฐ๐˜ฉ ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถโ€™๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜บ! ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต, ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ?

๐˜ข๐˜ฉ, ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ, ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต.. ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐโ€ฆ

๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅโ€™๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ, ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฉ?

Hershel scoots away with a grimace.]
[that earns an incredulous snort. ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ? ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜บ.

clink! clatter..! the chains fall away. Hershel sits up and rubs at his arms. ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด.. ๐˜โ€™๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ.. ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ.]
[Clive reaches through the bars and fiddles with the chains once Hershelโ€™s within reach. ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜—๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ.

Hershel winces. ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ. ๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅโ€™๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ.]
[Clive twists around and slips off the cot, moving to crouch by the bars separating them. ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ.

Hershel warily obliges. heโ€™s not sure what the young man is playing at, but he doesnโ€™t think Clive would want to hurt him.

at least not anymoreโ€ฆ]
[in the next cell over, hanging upside down off the cot and staring with a lopsided grin, is Clive.

there are still traces of blood along his temples.

no, relax, that had just been a nightmare.

๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜บ, Hershel responds.

๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ?

๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถโ€™๐˜ฅโ€ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅโ€ฆ]
[this is a rather poor showing on Hershelโ€™s part. he keeps losing picarats, and needing to start over.

are the chains magic? he thought theyโ€™d dropped the storybook theming.

๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜—๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ?

Hershel jolts at the voice.]
[canโ€™t really fit a two-story tall lizard into Scotland Yard, anywayโ€ฆ

whatever the case, the chains are rather uncomfortable, so Hershel dedicates a fair bit of effort to escaping them.

surely itโ€™d be fine so long as he remained in the cell, right? he just had to think of it like a puzzleโ€ฆ]
[Hershel wonders, a bit deliriously, what on earth theyโ€™d even charge him for. was there a precedent for giant reptiles attacking the city?

oh, right, wasnโ€™t he supposed to be a hydra or something? the dream mustโ€™ve abandoned that thread at some point.]
[๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ, ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜บ. ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญโ€”

๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ต! Chelmey eventually snaps, giving the chains a harsh yank.

they reach a cell, and Chelmey hoists Hershel up and tosses him in.

the inspector doesnโ€™t even bother untying him before slamming the door shut and storming off.]
[as he is, Hershel can hardly move, and has to be dragged along the floor.

(and he knows heโ€™s Hershel now, because the other mind is absent. perhaps theyโ€™ve fallen into separate cycles?)

Hershel suppresses the urge to thrash and scream, and instead makes a meager attempt to plead his case.]
[another shift. a dip in awareness. one revolution of the sleep cycle.

the next dream tries to maintain some continuity.

inspector Chelmey drags a shackled Hershel down the hall of a cell block. heโ€™s bound in heavy chains that were clearly meant for something bigger.]
[the sad head grows sadder. it lowers to the ground and croons mournfully.

the other head soon follows, exhausted and dizzy.

๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ, the hydra thinks as the world around it blurs. ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜บ. ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆโ€ฆ]
[๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ง? asks Chelmey.

the hydra cannot answer.

๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ?]
[๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ, ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ข! Chelmey keeps drumming and shouting, desperate to keep the hydraโ€™s attention as more darts riddle its body.

the other head flails and lashes out, but the other knights have learned to stay out of the way.]
[๐˜ฐ๐˜ช! shouts Chelmey. ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ! he bangs a baton against a riot shield.

the hydra understands what heโ€™s trying to do. the sadder head would very much like for him to succeed.

it locks up as much of the body as it can, and watches the inspector intently.]
[the hydra hears a gun reload, and cannot stop itself from lunging in that direction.

two more darts land before it descends upon the poor sod shooting at it. definitely tranquilizers. it feels itself grow woozy as it rips the knight apart.]
[it briefly wonders how on earth the man recognizes it, but is promptly distracted as something finally pierces its hide.

some sort of dart, or perhaps a harpoon, has embedded in its side. a tranquilizer? then thereโ€™s another dart, and another. it hurt.]
[๐˜“๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ! shouts one of the knights. the hydra finds this one familiar. big mustache and gruff voice. ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง!

๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, it thinks. the one head pins down the other before it can tear Chelmey in half. ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ, ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ!]
[this time they wield guns instead of swords, and arrive in cars instead of on horseback.

sirens rattle its ears. flashing lights sear its eyes. bullets glance off of its scales.

the hydra sinks its fangs into one of the cars and hurls it down the road. it explodes in a great plume of fire.]
[the sad head gets rather upset. it nips and gnaws at the other whenever itโ€™s not distracted.

๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต! it tries to convey. ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ! but it can only snarl and roar and bite. the other hisses and bites back.

before they can bicker for too long, new knights appear to fight the beast.]
[this makes the hydra sad. it doesnโ€™t want to hurt anyone. and yet the heads strike and the fangs gnash on instinct.

well, ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ head is sad. the other seems to be having a grand time. all the running people are like little toys to catch and play with.]
[only, getting there proves to be a challenge. the roads of London are winding and unfamiliar.

the hydra is too big for the sidewalks. cars and trolleys buckle under its claws. people scream and flee. those who canโ€™t get out of the way are snapped up in its jaws.]
[one of the heads clearly isnโ€™t used to having dreams meander like this.

whatever. no wings. canโ€™t fly off into space.

but nothingโ€™s stopping it from going somewhere closer. and so the other head steers them off towards that flat it remembers.]
[but hydras wouldnโ€™t have had wings in the first place.

what?

youโ€™re thinking of european dragons. those are the ones with wings. hydras are typically depicted as wingless creatures.

what is happening? what are you talking about?]