Sam's Reality: Cape Canaveral, Florida - Kennedy Space Center

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Leeroy wasn't too sure how the night guard at the Kennedy Space Center had acquired Sam's name. He assumed it was the Internet - everything's the Internet's fault these days - but he couldn't be too sure, as the guy looked to be about sixty and the type who wouldn't touch a computer to save his life.

"They're freakin' out the dogs," he said in a Southern accent. "And we ain't been able to photograph 'em, either." He pointed to the large behemoth of metal that could be seen a few miles in the distance. "They're always there."

It was, Leeroy recognized, launch pad 39-B. Jeimu had launched from there not even a year ago.

Why freaks were hanging out around launchpads, Leeroy wasn't certain. He turned to Sam and asked quietly, "What d'you make of all this, eh?"

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Leeroy looked monumentally confused. "Um. Okay..."

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"Grandpa, we have to get her to a doctor." Rob's voice was shaking.

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He seemed to snap out of a trance. "Okay. Should we call for an ambulance?"

Leeroy had no idea where the hell the nearest hospital was.

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Rob swallowed and quickly dialed the number that the guard had given them for in case of emergency. "We need medical help out here NOW."

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Sam groaned and tried to push herself up, one arm wrapped around her stomach. -Murderer... I killed it. That Hunter wasn't supposed to be out now!-

The last was a cry of rage and pain that made Leeroy's skull ring.

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Leeroy dealt Sam a sideways glance. "No, you're not. Try to calm down."

Clearly it hadn't quite sunk in yet for him.