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Jayce’s eyes snapped open, his fist tightened as he glanced feverishly around the room. “Don’t move,” a soft voice calmed him a bit as he suddenly became aware of something tickling his arm. His icy blue eyes followed the tendrils from his arm up to a soft pink face and a mane of purple hair.

“This will take the pain away. Please don’t move,” she spoke again as a strange tingle rippled through his body. “W-where am I?” He muttered, “who… what are you?” He glanced down at the jeans and white T-shirt, “what is this, the 1980s?”