Thread:TheMaximumMatt/@comment-31647719-20190120212804/@comment-31647719-20190126023016

''He awoke some time later in a daze, to the comforting chill of an ice pack enveloping his forehead. In lieu of the coarse, rough floor of the beach, he felt the supple cushions of the family couch beneath his back. Before he opened his eyes, his ears picked up the faint buzz of the ceiling fan overhead, accompanied by several disembodied voices from around the room.''

"Is Linky gonna be all right?"

"Give him some space, honey."

"Guys, shhh! I think he's opening his eyes."

The last voice was right; a split second later, his eyes crept open to reveal that he was laid across the living room couch, with a glass of ice water on the floor next to him and his entire family bent over his prone body.

''"Are you there, Lincoln? Can you hear me?" asked Rita, who was in the front of the crowd.''

"Mm-hmm," mumbled Lincoln.

"What's my name?"

"R...Rita,"

''"How many fingers am I holding up?" she asked, holding up two fingers.''

"Two."

"Spell your name backwards."

"Um..."

''Lincoln pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to visualize the letters in his name positioned in reverse. "...N-L-O-C...N-I-L."''

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Lincoln: Why are they even doing this? I passed away from heat, I didn't get in the head.