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The dream had repeated itself and he was puzzled and frightened. Again he saw the faded blue suit trousers billowing slightly across his legs. Again he saw his left arm rested against his torso. Again there was a matt black ‘Z’ across his shirt. When he tried to focus on the mark it blurred and took him further away from the dream. As he woke he touched the crook of his right elbow. There were visible puncture marks that looked surgical in their precision, with a scratch between them creating another ‘Z’. He gently ran his fingers over the broken skin. The door to his right was shut, but the enamel handle turned, making a thin click as he opened it. He looked out and saw two figures in blue suits hunched over a manhole. They were frantically pulling thick white ticker tape from the opening. Then he noticed the words printed across the paper - Dr. Zupan and His Incredible Gliding Sonicvox. The words looped over and over. The figures turned towards him momentarily and he recognised