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In the fight between a new day and the bask of the night, Lord Roxton remained in his comatose of a state. His new dream revolved around a filter of a world to which he was unsure to call reality. His little girl sat next to him in the night professing her love and confidence to him and in doing so place his wife's locket in his hand for strength. He could feel the cool medal in his hand, the shape of the heart, the very engraving of the design on the outside, yet this very reality was interrupted by one that drove far deeper into the mind. A cry broke into the silence of his mind as he entered the door of this distancing dream. The cry echoed through a hollow realm of a clouded world unknown to him. He followed it intently and allowed it to lead him to a door which was the source the ear piercing screech of pure terror. And opening the door he stood witnessing a most horrifying sight.
There, right before his eyes, he lay in his bed, pale and deathly as Challenger and Summerlee worked to bring him back to life. Shocking his chest with these electric heart resuscitators. He jumped as he watched the electricity thrive through his body . Then from the side he saw his beauty crying being held by Veronica who was just as worst off as she was. Somewhere between shock and terror he could hear Challenger yelling between the shocks and Summerlee's CPR "Don't you dare give up on me John! Do hear me dammit! You come on!" he could hear Veronica ssshh' s of comfort to his poor Marguerite. He could hear Summerlee yelling to Challenger and to his own lifeless body "Hit him again! Come now old boy! You come back to us!" And in this brouhaha of terror he could hear his baby girl crying the very cry that brought him to this realm of pure horror from the stairwell, screaming "0h Uncle Ned let me see my daddy! Please! Daddy!" . He could feel tears threatening to swell his eyes. His eyes fell back to the bed where after a myriad of tries of revival Summerlee held his hand up to Challenger to hold his repeated attempt of life, and with the pointer and middle fingers of his hand he placed them upon Roxton's wrist to check for a mere hope of a pulse. He looked up to Challenger with a tear falling from his eye and Challenger understood. With a nod and a few tears slipping from his very own eyes, Challenger helped Summerlee to lift the white sheet over his eyes. "No. No!" John uttered. His eyes searched the room from some truth of reality. Yet all he saw was a room of sadness; Challenger and Summerlee standing with their hats to the chests and their eyes to the floor, and Veronica crying still attempting to calm a very hysterical Marguerite who collapsed into tears in her arms. Yet he wouldn't allow his eyes to be truthful, he couldn't! He was alive and he knew it! He screamed to them all. "Marguerite my darling. Don't cry, I'm here! Challenger, look old boy! Summerlee! Veronica! Someone please!" Yet no one heard his screams. He was dead to them. Tears now puddled his eyes and fell off the sides of his cheeks and he sat back against a wall falling down to his feet and cried like his very own daughter cried for him.
And as the dream faded, reality set back in and for the first time the in days Roxton's eyes snapped wide open to the darkness of the world.
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