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After the whole 'getting sedated' thing his dreams have been more than a little surreal. He's walked through paintings, saw music as it danced around him, explored a city that was twisted and warped by his mind.

But now things are quiet.

Neal sits in the middle of the floor, his hat in his lap on a quiet street corner. Nothing seems strange, nothing seems out of place except maybe him.

He feels like he he shouldn't be here.

Distant sounds come from somewhere he can't pinpoint. Sounds of music and flashes of light. He has no idea what it is but he also isn't sure he wants to find out.

He looks around him again,, getting to his feet and putting his hat on his head. He starts walking in the opposite direction of the noise but with every step he takes, it feels like chaos draws closer.

It could be worse, at least now he knows he's dreaming, knows that whatever is coming after him is only in his mind.

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"It figures. These sorts of things rarely just let their presence go unnoticed. That would be too much to ask for."

But she kept running anyways. If there was anyway to avoid that thing, she was going to try to take it.

He laughs a little,, peering behind them for a moment before starting to properly run. "You'd think they'd be nice enough tot clue us in,"

It's gaining fast though and in a matter of moments it's right at their heels. Neal can't help but slow as the tension builds in hsi head the pain and the light and the sound starting to overwhelm him as he tries to keep from getting in too deep.

"They never are that nice, in my experience."

But she kept running, if only because her survival instinct was kicking in, and whatever it was that was running after them, it didn't look pretty. But soon enough, it was getting much, much harder to keep running, and she found herself slowing down in spite of herself.

"If only I was still a demon, then I could at least do something about this!"

"A demon?" He then shakes his head. "Nevermind. I'll ask you later when we're not getting chased down from an evil light show."

But that evil lightshow is going to finally all upo9n them and it's a mess of noise and lights so bright that it blinds them. It leaves Neal with a roaring headache, the kind that leaves him spinning and reeling.

It was a damn migraine. He was getting a migraine in his sleep. Damnit.

The flash of noise and lights causes Anya to cry out in pain, falling down in the process. Her whole head was throbbing in pain, and it wasn't like a pain she had experienced before. It was real, and human, and stupid.

"What the hell is happening to us?"

He clamps his hands over his hears and slams his eyes shut trying hard to push out the light and the noise but it doens't work. It just makes his head scream out in pain even more at the contact and he winces in pain.

"I think--," he says trying very hard not to curl up and stop moving while blocking out as much of this as he can. "I think it might be a migraine."

"This is what a migraine feels like?" She asked, sounding overall very confused. "No wonder so many people complain about them. They really are quite painful and annoying."

Since she had become human again, Anya had never experienced a migraine before. It was a new experience, to say the least.

He's trying to find her endearing but it's hard when he feels like his head is being split in two. "It's not fun," he says through gritted teeth. "I wouldn't exactly recommend it."

THen he consider something. "You might be able to find your way out," he suggests. "This is my problem. You don't need to be here."

"I'm not going to just leave you behind to face this alone." She would have, at one point in her life, but a few years in Sunnydale has gotten that habit out of her.

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