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Nightmares. A situation that has had a habit of making an appearance when Dan Heng least expected it to happen since he was supposed to be resting. A nightmare which decided to make an appearance tonight after the Astral Express settled down for the night. A nightmare connected to the past. 

Familiar faces and voices flashed through his mind. All because of the decisions that Dan Feng made which left a heavy burden resting heavily on his shoulders. A burden that Dan Heng struggled to escape from since he was an outcast from the Xianzhou Luofu. A place he wouldn’t be welcomed back with open arms. 

The Astral Express was his home for now. 

A sudden flash. A gasp escaped from his lips. A heaving chest as each breath continued to escape from his lips. 

A hand resting against his back which caused Dan Heng to jump slightly before listening to the familiar voice that belonged to Xing. He must have fallen asleep at some point. He didn’t recall when though. 

A small nod as he focused on trying to calm his breathing while trying to sort through his racing thoughts. 

“Sorry Xing... Did I wake you?” 

Questions that had no answers that kept her up most nights.

Dan Heng had come into the room and he was trying to get some rest. It was fine. Xing was never loud and she was not as excitable as March. A quiet nature and a nurturing girl. She glanced to him as he rested, dark hair was mused and he was curled under the blanket. She had added one she had gotten in a market place. A great pelt big enough for three and she had turned down March's invitation to make it a tent. It was the first thing she honestly owned that was her own.

She had been given clothes by others. Nothing she had picked out. She had said she'd find what she liked with time. That time wasn't yet. She had moved to put the holo pad up, and to settle at the head of his bed where she could read until she was ready to roam the Express.

Usually she waited for Pom-Pom to be busy and for the "adults" to retire for the evening. She didn't want anyone to see her or feel bad for her when she pressed to the window and watched he place she once belonged, go by as the express made its way to its next stop.

His posture shifted and she glanced in his direction, his heart rate had increased at Xing knew it meant it was a nightmare, she had them plenty enough to be an excellent judge.

A pale shimmering hand rested to his back causing him to jump. Xing regretted it for a second since her intentions had only been to sooth and to comfort. "Dan Heng--breath." she whispered to him. Slender arms went around him and she hugged him from behind. She slowed her breath and spoke softly. "Listen to my heartbeat, follow my breathing.." she encouraged "It will help calm you." Xing had a small plushy on the shelf in here, it stood out because it was a toy in a place of learning but it looked like a bunny one might find on the Luofu. He had identified what it was to her, when she had been interested. It had a heartbeat, so when she was sad or she had nightmares, if no one was around she used it.

"I wasn't asleep yet." she answered his question. "I did finish transcribing the events from the last planet and I added information in the data base on the Aeon of Memory." she hoped a regular conversation about knowledge would help with his nerves. "I would ask if you want to talk about it , but I know that is never easy--so if you want a cup of tea I can go make that for us, than if you need an ear I will be right here." he was as much a mystery as she was. She knew enough to be intrigued but had the sense not to poke to allow him to come out of his shell on his own.

i said where, not when, you idiot.

what, did you suddenly adopt the vocabulary of bob the builder?

i’m sorry, doc, but i don’t live in a goddamn mentos commercial.

do you guys ever talk about anything other than, like, revenge?

we should probably go eat an entire meal and reorganize.

i’m coping. i’m celebrating. i’m copebrating. i’m celebroting.

oh my g.

we’re kind of in the middle of something right now, so if you could, you know, not.

god, i want to fucking murder you.

oh, you are a calm breeze in my fuckstorm of a life that i’m living.

are you gonna try to nickname yourself again?

note to self: corn dogs and mountain dew do not mix.

you look like a tampon that was dipped in skittles and vomit.

psst. psst. psst.

i want to poop here. whenever i want for as long as i want.

welcome to the new reality.

stop trying to force your full house references on us.

byeeeee.

but the “me” i want to be likes to curse.

i don’t really think that this is the kind of thing that anybody should be laughing at.

you were supposed to be watching the door.

someone threw a rock at me today.

why do you say “how do you say” before words you clearly know how to say?

om, nom, nom, nom. i’m hungry for lunch.

TMI but thanks.

whoa, i think i’m going to pass out.

well, well, well, sounds like there’s discord on cheer mountain.

i’m recording it on the DVR so that i can fast forward through commercials.

i didn’t believe that for a goddamn second.

you have the worst timing ever. we’re kind of dealing with a situation here.

jesus christ, is that a fucking gremlin?

i’m not saying anything. i’m just saying.

the answer to a question i never asked.

now where the hell is my nonfat skinny caramel hazelnut jamocha cappuccino?

the ghost of christmas past wouldn’t sell me anything.

it means whatever the fuck you want it to mean.

by a nap, do you mean ambien and a box of wine?

you cursed me out in the bathroom earlier today.

i think i know how to mix ex-lax into a fucking drink, okay?

well, i don’t want to be rude, but that story was very long and much more involved than i originally thought it would be, and i’ve had to poop through most of it.

just give me one second. annnd it’s on twitter.

i’m sorry, but why the fuck is everybody yelling over here?

no, write-in, like with a pen.

don’t erase my DVR.

so much technical jargon, jesus louisus!

that’s a nightmare. a nightmare i call my life.

and it can’t be me because i’m halfway through shark week.

what the fuck is wrong with you?! throwing hacky-sacks all around willy-nilly like this was the goddamned x-games.

don’t worry. i’ve got this.

oh, jesus christ, you’re a fucking trainwreck.

my ears will never be clean.

i’m trying to keep my stress levels down. i’ll explain later, but just know that i agree with pretty much everything you said.

i guess the only part of your plan that didn’t work was the whole goddamn thing!

don’t ever fucking cut me off again, do you understand me?

but if you put too much, then it won’t mix with the liquid and it’ll just sit on top like semen on root beer.

and that’s why i always say, “trust a decepticon and you’ll get burned”.

you think you can maintain consciousness for the next five minutes?

“not the best idea”? it’s a fucking ridiculous piece of shit of an idea!

i know you got your own issues, but we’ve literally spent the last three weeks talking exclusively about that.

hit the bricks, bitch.

we’ll make you an admin on our facebook page, include you on the google docs and start cc’ing you on all emails.

oh my god, i feel like it’s staring right at me. it’s like the eye of sauron.

never mind. posted, tagged, your life is ruined.

i wanted to play angry birds, not read wuthering fucking heights.

oh my, somebody’s gonna be walking very funny tomorrow morning.

is chiffon a material or a person? or both?

i’m in the matrix.

oh, well that sounds like a perfectly rational decision.

son of a – son of a gun, son of a freaking gun.

i’m glad this is gonna be a fair fight. like rocky and apollo creed.

i think you meant to say fudging poop-show.

do you think anyone will notice i’m bald?

you’re right. because a fly is an innocent creature that never knowingly did anything to anybody. you, however, i would maim.

how about i come back there and kick your ass?

if i didn’t have splash mountain coming out of my ass, i swear i’d rip your fucking head off.

you look up “bitch” in the dictionary and you’re gonna see my fucking face!

i just threw up in my mouth. please stop talking to me, and walk away.

you want me to say no, right?

because i’ve seen every single robocop, and i know how to take you out.

the only true happiness comes in death.

but in exchange for that, you have to watch a whole episode of glee with me.

it was barely a joke. it was just an insult with no laugh line.

i’m here to tell you two things. you’re famous and you’re welcome.

wait, why did you just answer a question that you just asked?

i ate the last bag of gushers while you were taking your afternoon bath, you dirt ball.

ew, it has a bloodstain on it.

that just made me think of something to put on my vision board! i’ll be right back.

this is pizza street, not a toddler’s kitchen.

i’m sorry, but someone like you wouldn’t really understand what i’m going through right now.

what the fuck is the wi-fi password?

i had to leave. i had to reinvent myself.

you have my full and complete attention.

wait, so is hipster a technical term for people who get dressed in the dark?

less talk, talk. more make, make.

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