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Wake. Gansey woke with a rush of gasping breath, hand frantically clawing at his chest as the memory of pain exploded beneath his ribs. He stared up, not at sky, but a plain, non descript ceiling. One that looked vaguely, but not quite familiar. Not Monmouth. Not enough shadows, not enough hollow space. Not the Barns. At least he didn't think so. Although the Barns was a closer match than anywhere else Gansey had attempted to sleep in the past few years. Struggling upright, he took in his surroundings, fear and wariness lingering along his spine as he noticed again everything was similar to the Barns, but not quite right. A bland - how could it be more bland than the original? - copy of Declan's room. Declan. Ronan. Ronan. The pain in his chest couldn't chase away his fear for his best friend. The image of blackness pouring from Ronan's eyes, his ears and mouth, seized his mind. Stumbling out of the room, he ignored the almost-Barns around him, nearly falling down the stairs in his haste to get away. To find Ronan and Adam and Blue... He collided with something. More than one somethings, but he didn't notice the bruises he collected or the thumps of items crashing to the floor. The door slammed behind him as he panted his way into the yard, to the Pig. If it was here, then things could be set right. Opening the door, he slid into the familiar seat, turning the key that was waiting in the ignition. The engine roared to life and he curled shaking hands around the steering wheel. He intended to put the Camaro in gear and head back to the spot where he'd... but his hands were shaking too much. His skin crawling, his chest aching. A moment. He'd take a moment to stop the potential anxiety attack that was lingering in the backseat, then go find the others.