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Collins was glad to be in reality once more; of course he always knew what was going on but he had to live through that and pretend that this dream was his reality and that he didn’t know what was happening around him. The entire time his hand itched for what would break him from his spell of a dream so he could escape- he knew what was going to be required of him and he didn’t think he could do it. But he couldn’t say no and couldn’t leave without being killed himself. So he endured it and watched those around him fake their way through it as well following through with their missions and watched the one or two people he knew outside his group believe that this was their life and he wanted to shake them awake to the real reality. 

But it was over. They were awake once more and Collins felt like he could breath again but he knew as he finally caught his breath that sense of calm for him would be over soon enough. Others though were just grasping what they endured during the endless sleep in New York City.

“Rayn,” Collins calmed stated.