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Dylan laid on her back, staring up at Nancy's bedroom ceiling.
When Dylan had knocked on the front door, Nancy looked surprised to see her, opening the front door clad in a lavender purple night gown and sleep mask, but still ushered her inside.
Nancy sat at the head of the bed, legs crossed.
"I know you didn't get all dressed up like that to come over here and huff and puff in my bed."
Dylan laughed. "I had a date with Steve."
"How was that?"
Dylan shrugged her shoulders. "It was nice. He seemed weird, though. Jittery. I think it was my attitude."
"Isn't Steve always jittery?"
Dylan didn't disagree, he was, but it seemed more severe tonight. Especially when he insisted on going for a walk all alone.
"Tell me why you're really here."
Dylan couldn't say why she'd chosen Nancy to confide in. Steve would've listened but he also might have panicked. She could've even reached out to Jonathan. But it was who Nancy might understand.
"How do you decipher what's real or fake anymore?"
Dylan paused.
"I feel like my view of the world is so screwed up I can't tell what's in front of me. Something weird happened when I went to visit Max today..." Dylan pictured Susan Mayfield in her mind, the same, but something had switched in her face. "Susan repeated Billy's last words to me but when I reacted, she seemed to think she'd said nothing at all."
Then there was the figure in the parking lot.
"Then when I left, I felt as if someone was tailing me. I could feel a presence but there was nothing."
"You think...?"
Dylan shook her head. "That's the thing. I don't know. It wasn't the same as before. What if I'm just ill and hallucinating?"
Nancy took a moment to respond. Dylan propped herself up on her elbows to watch the gears turning in the other girl's head.
"I wouldn't judge you if you were. Ill, I mean." Nancy finally said. "Sometimes I think I'm clinically paranoid. Vecna showed me that vision of everyone dying... but there's been no movement to back it up. He really could be gone and I've dedicated the last year to finding him, wasting everyone's time."
"It's not a waste if we can finally prove we're safe."
"I think you should monitor it, your feelings and hallucinations." Nancy advised. "Keep me updated. Maybe see a shrink?"
Dylan scoffed at that. "What would be the point? I'd have to lie through my teeth almost every session not to get locked up in some ward."
Nancy smirked. "At least you know you look excellent in white."
