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Sleep dosed Seven into a deep rabbit hole where she met a mad hatter who carried her dreams in hand, throwing them away to the disappearing Cheshire cat. She could never remember her dreams anymore like she used to. They all evaporated quickly like liquids without no trace behind for her to remember them by.
She wanted to dream of what she once had and remember the faces of the ones fulfilled hearts that were now shattered by a handsome devil who wanted to get into people's heads. She had things and people who were true to her, but now they were gone. They probably grieved for a few weeks and months before going back to their normal daily lives, acting as if nothing happened.
Nothing would be the same for her.
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Eleven awoke the tranquil Seven once Mike came downstairs with some breakfast food. She hated that she had to wake up her new friend like that after using her teleportation powers twice which looked like it tired her easily.
Seven opened her eyes and saw a half smiling Eleven looking at her with a strange item in hand. She forced a smile of her own before sitting up from the small room under a desk that Mike had made for the two. She felt oddly comfortable in it probably since she had some company next to her for the night.
"I brought you two uh, ladies some breakfast," Mike announced, "It's waffles, well Eggos, but you know whichever you want to call it."
Both Eleven and Seven nodded thanks before devouring the plain, yet tasty waffle. Eleven played around with what looked like a telephone, the static noises making way into their ears, with Eleven's curious eyes observing it.
"Hey, you found my supercomm. It's cool, isn't it? I use to talk to my friends, but mostly Lucas since he lives pretty close. Signal's pretty weak." Mike informed the girls in his basement. He felt his blood rush up at the thought of it. Two pretty girls in his basement? This was even tough for him to believe although it was actually happening and his friends witnessed it themselves.
"Listen, this is going to sound weird, but I need you two to go out there and to the front door ringing the bell. My mom will answer and you uh, Seven, will tell her that you're lost and need help. Whatever you do just do not tell her about last night, alright? Sounds like a plan? Don't worry my mom will know who to call," Mike had suggested, but Seven and Eleven weren't too convinced with this idea.
"No." Eleven muttered.
"No? You don't want my mom to get help?"
Eleven shook her head.
"You guys don't want my help? Why not? I mean, you guys don't seem crazy, well to me, but you know."
