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He felt something so close.
It was so close...
Somebody was here with him...
He felt like he knew whoever was here with him.
Mickey wanted to cry, he wanted to cry like a big baby. He was scared, he was so scared. Everything felt so cold too, it reminded Mickey of the time that he was locked outside of his fifth foster family's house in Boise Idaho when he was two in freezing temperatures. Thank the lord Mr. and Ms. Green showed up when they did to save him.
Mickey shivered and slowly, he curled himself up into ball, trying to keep as much as heat as he could around him, but it was so hard to, so hard to stay warm. Mickey felt warmth on each side of his head. They were warm, they felt so warm to the nine-and-a-half-year-old boy, so, so, warm. A single slow tear rolled down Mickey's right cheek from the eye on the same side at the warmth that was given to him.
"You'll be okay Mickey," A voice came out of nowhere, it sounded like it belonged to a boy, possibly just the same age Mickey would be turning in November, a year, or two older than Mickey. "I promise, you'll be okay."
More tears flooded and left Mickey's eyes and even though he couldn't see who or what was here trying to comfort him, he just guessed that they were somebody's hands and just guessed where their wrist were on each hand and just held on.
And in a squeaky voice, Mickey whispered out: "Th-Tha-Thank Y-yo-you."