T: NO! STOP IT!! NO! NO! NO!
M: What is it? Everything’s ok.
T: OK?
M: Yeah. Everything is fine.
*Tyler rolls over and looks like he’ll go right back to sleep. Suddenly he rolls back toward me*
T: You should just leave now. I’m serious. Just get out!
M: Why do I need to leave? I’m not gonna go. I’m staying right here.
T: Just-just-just go, alright? Everytime that door opens the snakes fall down. If you go now, you might miss it. Just go. NOW! GO! GO! GO!
M: Yeah… I’m still not going anywhere.
T: *in a song-song voice* Alriiiight… It’s your fault when they get you….