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Sifting away the hair from his face, the boy grinned, breeze nudging him forward, he moved along. He stopped for a brief moment, and squinted. He saw the figure of his red pyjama'd friend ahead. Though blurry from the distance, he could definitely tell it was him. "Dave!" He burst into a full blown sprint, hood, flying off his head and back onto his shoulders, tears of joy staining his face. "Dave, Dave, Dave!" John lunged forward, ready to envelope Dave in warm embrace, but fell forward, straight through the figure of who he thought was his best friend. It was unmoving, as he looked behind him, the figment of Dave faded. Disappeared. "Dave?"