<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 22px">Valentine, the Glue </span></span><br/>
<span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><u>Location:</u> in the carts with Mystera, Mue, Astrea, and Ianice<br/>
<u>Status: </u>Resting, sore, frustrated, dreaming</span></span>​</div><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Valentine smiled in his sleep as he dreamed.<span style="font-family: 'Arial'">
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">The sunshine was warm on his face, a breeze blowing the needles of the pine tree beside his house onto him as he lay on the roof. It had been the tree his parents had planted when they got married, and he used it to climb onto the roof. <br/>
There, for once, wasn't snow on the ground, the grass green and bright and the sky completely clear. It was a beautiful summer day, even in the icy north. <br/>
Valentine closed his eyes, humming a song to himself. His mother had sung him the song, when he was still small enough to climb into her lap and sit, watching her as she sewed or read a book.  <br/>
<i>How small was I when that stopped? I don't even remember. </i><br/>
He blinked and the picturesque scene went away, replaced by the splashing of warm liquid across his face, Professor Ian horrifically limp, staring sightlessly at the sky. <br/>
<i>What?! No! Where's Annie? And Mue?! Where are the others?!</i> He spun around frantically, and everywhere he turned he was greeted by the cold and lifeless form of all of his friends, everyone who had gone with them on this trip.</div>
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</div></span>Valentine startled awake, grimacing as his back twinged in protest at the sudden movement. '<i>Oh, it was just a dream'. </i><br/>The boy saw Professor Ianice near him in the cart, his face buried in his arm as he slept. The older man looked exhausted, even as he was scrunched into the corner as if to give the others the most amount of room possible. There was a bitter taste in Valentine's mouth, and he coughed from the lack of a drink.<i>Maybe I'll eat some snow when we stop next.</i>Not an ideal, but certainly better than leaving the nasty taste in his mouth and dying of dehydration after the Professor had more than likely saved his life.<br/><i>Well, I won't fall asleep anytime soon. </i>Not after that nightmare. Valentine hummed the lullaby that had never failed to give him good dreams, praying it did the same for his friends.