Dr. Rogere's office, Manhattan

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The rioters have been pushed back from this building. The office, and the altar, are safe. Past the guards come Nightstar, Starfire, and Nightwing. Their faces are resolute as they pass through the reception area and enter Dr. Rogere's office.

Nightstar looks around the room before she approaches the altar, studying it carefully. "Calling Croutex," she jokes quietly. "Time for you to stop making such a mess of everything." She stretches out on the couch, her feet to the altar. "Dr. Fate?" she says aloud. "Could you help Nightwing and Starfire fall asleep, please?"

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Fate folds his legs into a lotus position on the floor, his palms folded upward on his knees.

A warm light begins to emanate from him, a soft glow which fills all present with a feeling of warmth and well being. Slowly, muscles begin to relax, minds begin to calm.

"Sleep," says Fate. "Dream."

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

He's slipping into the dream state, can feel the weight of his body on the floor. But not before he reaches up to take his daughter's hand.

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Her hand slips into his, and she has just enough time to squeeze his fingers before they are both in the Dreaming.

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When they've all gone, Fate wills himself into a deep, deep sleep.

In a doctor's officescarred by unspeakable evil, Dr. Fate dreams.