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bush. What the hell was so important that she had to climb under a bush in the middle of a horror film? And what was worse, whatever it was had no interest in being found!
    Finally, she gave up. She just huffed out a breath and slithered backward out from under the bush. Her clothing tore, of course, and her crop top now hung by bare threads as she sat back on her heels and glared at the shrubbery.
    That’s when Dream Megan knew something was off. Her back prickled and she abruptly noticed how quiet it had gotten. She wanted to turn around but was too afraid.
    Finally, a smart move. The dumb blonde never died until she turned and looked at the horror that was behind her. Except, of course, she couldn’t not look. She had to know what was creeping up so stealthily.
    With her lower lip caught sexily in her teeth, she slowly twisted. She saw dead leaves, a shadowed walkway, and…
    Jell-O?
    OMG, not just a slasher flick, but a classic slasher flick of hugely stupid proportions. She was going to die by the Blob.
    It rose up before her, all black oil, slick and smelly. Megan gagged and stumbled sideways, and the Blob matched her movements, oozing ever closer as she did. She backed away, and it came at her, surprisingly fast and in vaguely human proportions. Dream Megan was terrified now. She looked at the slowly dissolving bits of debris inside the dark mass. Sticks, leaves, and…and was that a skeleton of a squirrel? Ew!
    She dashed sideways, but the thing followed, again too fast to be real. And then she was trapped, caught against a wall and a stand of thick bushes. She was breathing hard, staring at her doom. She hadn’t even had the presence of mind to scream yet. But weirdly, Megan understood that. The terror had frozen her throat closed, and she found it hard to breathe much less scream.
    Then it happened. She was engulfed in the suffocating ooze of the Blob. She screamed, loud and long, but no one was there. Tiny needles of pain ate into her skin. Death by a zillion little bites.
    Then suddenly a wash of cold cut through the agony. Water. Sprayed from a hose, hard enough to wash away the filth.
    She looked up, both turning her whole body to the cleansing spray and scrunching her face up against the hit of it.
    “Stay still!” a male voice bellowed.
    “Nowhere to go!” she shot back, though it came out more as garble, blurble, gah.
    Then it was done. The horrible stuff was gone, though the memory of it was still thick and disgusting in her mind. She was standing there dripping wet as the last threads of her clothes trembled and fell away.
    She was naked? The Blob had eaten her clothes?
    She gasped and wrapped her arms around herself, but her hero was there before her. He whipped his cape protectively about her shoulders. “Are you in pain?” he asked, his voice a soothing murmur of masculine strength.
    “J-j-just cold,” she stammered.
    “Of course,” he said as he rubbed her arms on top of his cloak. “You’re soaking wet.”
    “W-what was that stuff?”
    “Armus?”
    “What?”
    “It’s an alien thing on a deserted planet that was a really dumb villain in the early lame days of ST: The Next Generation . Episode title…um… Skin of Evil , I think.”
    “Uh…what?”
    She saw him smile, his chiseled jaw softening beneath his mask. “Isn’t important. The fact is, you’re safe now. What was so important that you had to risk your life to get?”
    “I—I don’t…” She was about to say she didn’t know, but at that very moment, she felt a wet nose and a pink tongue rasp licks up her calf. “Elmo!” she cried as she suddenly knelt down.
    “Elmo?”
    She nodded as she scooped up the puppy she’d never had. It was all wriggling tail and happy puppy kisses as she held it protectively in her arms. But of course, she couldn’t both hold the dog and the cape, so the fabric slipped open.
    Her masked man looked at her. His jaw tightened and his bare chest rippled above the band of his tights. She