𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐂𝐘𝐓 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 ~~~~ DISCONTINUED!¡! i keep this up for nostalgia 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: 𝐒𝐇𝐄/𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘

4,336 miles. The distance between London and Orlando. George has never been so aware of it until now, helplessly listening to the white noise coming from Dream's mic. Dread pools in his stomach as his fingers stumble over the phone's keyboard, searching for a contact he hasn't thought about in months. It seems to take ages for the call to connect, but eventually George hears the groggy "hello" he's been waiting for. He takes a deep breath. "I think there's something wrong with Dream."