Jack smiled broadly. A nightmare… it must have been some nightmare to have disturbed her to the point where she had gotten out of her crib and came to his. It had been, actually; Chastity was being pursued by gangs of villains and packs of wild dogs as well as other insidious cretins and was fleeing through a dark city, apparently smashed by world war three. She didn’t remember at which part she had awoken, but she’d jerked into a sitting position, a scream a heartbeat away from erupting out of her throat. She had sat there breathing heavily in her crib, tears streaming down her cheeks from the horrendous fright of it all.
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