They are here-and-now. Ramirez had spent his drive time checking out Nicandro Baco, alias Nicky Baco. He tried to see my face but I was standing too close, at too awkward an ingle. Why didn't you hit him? Ramirez asked.
I jerked back to consciousness, gasping for air, trying to pull the burning things off of me. I held up my hand before he could say it. The Wicked Witch of the West says it to Dorothy. I reached for him, and as my fingertips brushed his, a smile curving his lips, the dream shattered, and I woke.
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