Gerald groaned and rolled over in his sleep, wrestling with the sheets. In the darkness of the room, his breathing sounded labored between the pained mutterings. In his dream he was running for home in the baseball game, sliding in -- his final homerun for his high school career. The homerun he'd made earlier today. He'd made it....

....hadn't he?

He felt himself slowing, reliving each moment of the slide over and over. He hand scraped over the ground. It throbbed in time with the motion of his dream. The pain mounted until he finally screamed and woke himself -- and then he screamed again, loudly.

His hand was a bulbous, green, scaled thing.

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