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Jeremy didn't even have time to respond to the pretty fucking rude if you asked him comment about his fitness habits ('still well enough to give you a boxing around the ears', his fathers voice said in his head) before they'd begun talking about combusting. Looking around, all he could see was snow. Hardly weather in which anyone should be bursting into flame. It seemed he still wasn't going to get a name. He gave up on it for now with an irritated eye roll, too busy focusing on trying to keep up with 108 to care much about social niceties anymore. "...Alright, look--" He said, between puffs of breath. "--I get this thing you're doing is very clever or fun to you, but I'm in a bad fucking spot here." Usually, he didn't get tired or worn out in dreams, so the sign was that this was real, which was concerning. "I need some help so I can get back home to my wife and my job. The pub's a good start, but can you please tell me a bit more about this place? You said...Key-do? Somewhere in Japan?" JEREMY In this present crisis, government is not the solution to our problem. Government is the solution to our problem.