His body was covered by a net of some kind. Someone took a syringe from their pocket and punctured his arm. It made him wince. He'd been fished out of a dark river, not entirely dead, but nearly.
"Dream," someone whispered.
His eyes fluttered. His consciousness drifted. His body shifted. "Sit tight, Sanford," someone said. "Just a while longer." He was placed back in a shallow grave.
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