[Bruno lies facedown on a bench, head pillowed on his arm. The other arm hangs, fingers brushing the ground, all in the manner of one deeply asleep. Which he is. He doesn't appear injured or ill, just profoundly exhausted.
The small sounds from Fenton's suit are different enough from the ambient noise that he stirs, eyes slitting open. Slowly Gizmoduck fades into focus and Bruno stares.]
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The small sounds from Fenton's suit are different enough from the ambient noise that he stirs, eyes slitting open. Slowly Gizmoduck fades into focus and Bruno stares.]
My dreams just keep getting weirder....