You pull into your driveway and quickly head up to your room while being careful not to wake your parents. All you need is some rest, tomorrow you'll probably just hear a story in the news about lighting striking a tree or something. Nothing to worry about, surely they can't trace this back to you. "I bet this is all just a dream anyway..." You say as you pull up the covers and slowly begin to fall asleep. "There isn't any way my DS is some kind of government experiment or something... I must have fallen alseep at the job. So long as I'm up before my boss checks in on me I'll be fine..." With that you close your eyes and drift off to sleep with your mind finally at ease. A bright light begins to shine into your room as a bird chirping outside wakes you up the next day. "Oh no... I'm at my house... last night really DID happen after all!" You say as you rub your tired eyes. "But no one came to our house last night... so they still shouldn't know about what I did. This'll all blow over soon enough..." Just then the doorbell rings downstairs and you hear the sound of a man introduce himself to your mother. "Good morning ma'am. I'm sorry to bother you at this hour, but I'd like to speak to your daughter, I'm from the FBI..."
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