After a long day of sleeping, Toby did what he loved the most: watching movies. He watched them whenever he could. The only time he didn't was when he was scouting through memories that the Sleeper hated.

Toby flipped through his options. A romance? Not really feeling it. Comedy? Already seen one last night. His hand stopped at one. Horror. The cover promised a frightening experience.

Toby knew that the Sleeper would wake up before he watched it all. Might as well try, he thought and turned on the TV.

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