“Well, it’s about time for me to head home.” Andie gazed down at the city below her - watching the thoughts leaking out from the apartments and the late night cars. They were crude, and rarely of any importance, since people kept the important thoughts too close to let them slip free. They looked like doodles drawn in the margins of a notebook, and everyone had their own unique style. She’d been told hers looked like something straight out of a silver age comic book, which Dyllan found far more amusing than he had a right to. “See you tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” Dyllan started to wander off toward the fire escape. “Tomorrow.”

Andie could never understand why Dyllan and Cedric always chose such a boring way to get home. “Alright, here we go. Three… two…” She leapt off the building. “One!” Andie hurtled down for several dozen stories, then landed on a large truck with a gentle “paff” sound. She didn’t have any physical mass in her dreamwalker form, so she could get away with basically anything. Nothing could hurt her, and nothing could see her - save for Cedric and Dyllan. Now all that was left was for her to kick back, relax, and watch the sky as she waited for -

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Oh. This was her stop. That was fast. Usually her ride wound up taking the long way around. This one must have had GPS or something. Andie hopped off the still moving vehicle, then sprinted up the wall of a nearby skyscraper - stopping to grab a windowsill at the 23rd floor. With a flick of the wrist, and a fancy little twirl, she was inside the building. Inside her room.

“Well, tonight was fun.” Andie flopped down next to her bed, where her sleeping body lay snuggled up in the Spider-man covers that her mom kept hoping she’d outgrow. “It’s going to be hard to top it, come tomorrow.” Andie cackled under her breath. “…but I think I’ll manage.”