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Wombat
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Original poster
"Yeah..me neither. When I first woke up. I mean, when I realized that I was alive an' whatnot, I split. Snuck out a window and hitchhiked over, and this was where I went. Heavy winter, though, and the cold caused everything to kind of short circuit...and I woke up back in my dorm." The stress of the memory pangs in his head, and there's a voice or an instinct - its too fuzzy to tell, but it just says to stop thinking, stop the girl, turn the car around. Go home. He's lucky it hits him when they pull into the parking lot, because it hits him like a suckerpunch and he curls forward, only snapping out of it when he accidentally knocks against the horn and spooks himself. "Word of advice, microchips and brains don't mix."