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[ Arnie was sitting on a bench before a loud sound that reminded him of a gun going off, made him jump.  Something always made him jump lately. He couldn't sleep well, he wasn't living life regularly without constantly seeing pictures in his head of everything they had lived through. It was funny, he often thought. The place that had saved him, had damaged him all the same.]  W- W- what .. W-h-what w.w.w. as th-th- that? 

Okay, okay I'm coming out.. hold your horses will ya? - This is so.. it's not too much? I mean do I look like a cupcake or somethin? Cause ya know all this fluff and my size, that's why I didn't wanna do the whole big weddin dress thing. Kinda like it now though..still it ain't that fluffy so that's I mean I kinda feel like a princess or somethin.

Mickey, remember what we said? If you wish real hard, and you don't let go, no matter how big or how small it is, Sammy will be able to hear you... He's always gonna hear you... Go on, then. Try it... That's my boy...

Okay so yes technically I was late but have you considered that perhaps you were way too early? - Yes, yes I know won't happen again . Well won't happen again this week. Yeah got it going straight to work.. Yes Sir. 

Come 'ere, Jack. How many times I gotta tell ya that we ain't serving no more nuts with your drinks. What - what do ya mean why?.. Ya know what.. get out.. get out of my bar.. What ..What are ya lookin' at? youse got something to say too? Guess what, sugar - there's the door. Don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya now

What room was it again? - Christ, this is why I won't get hired anywhere never pay attention to anything. Well at least I'm pretty.. yeah that should help tons in the future. Especially money wise..  is this it.. Oh sh.. Sorry, wrong door!

{ flashback }

The nightmares were almost consistent. One after the other, one probably worse than the other - it wouldn't get better. Arnie would wake up with a damp shirt from the sweat.  Every dream would start the same, the little boy calling out his name, yelling for help and then they would hear the screams of the men and women in the gas chambers. "Stop!" he yelled,his own yell bringing him out of his nightmares and making him sit up right on his bed. Rubbing a hand past his face, he recalled the memory of sergeant telling him that he'll be heading out soon -- once he was ready and truth be told he didn't know if he ever would be ready to return but he was in this until it was over. Arnie was brought out from his thoughts by the blonde next to him, her moving and blankets rustling making him aware that she had been awake. "How you doin' sweet girl, did I wake you?"