<blockquote>"John Sheppard's my best friend," [Rodney] said, his voice slower, heavier, that clunky awkwardness making it seem achingly honest. "Six months ago a Wraith dart crashed on one of Atlantis' piers. When it blew up, it sprayed this horribly corrosive chemical cocktail over everyone close by. We had to put you into stasis because. . . because you were hurt so badly you'd have died before we could save you."
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"Okay, I'll wake up now. Isn't that what you want?" John knew his expression was tight, but he crimped an eyebrow up anyway. "Is there a magic word?"
"You don't want to say goodbye?"
John absolutely did not want to do that. He just. . . he wanted to never remember any of this. He felt his mouth twist the way it did when he was angry. "To all my imaginary little friends? What would be the point?"</blockquote>
