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"Arthur.  Arthur?" Slowly, Arthur opened his eyes.  The red glare of his digital clock told him it was one in the morning.  Around him the room was dark and still. "Arthur?  Are you awake?  Did I wake you?" "Hannigan, is that you?"  Sitting up, Arthur rubbed sleepies from his eyes, "What do you want?" "I was worried," Hannigan's silken voice answered from the shadows, "you were dreaming particularly sweet dreams."  A pause.  "Is something wrong?" Sighing, Arthur slipped out from under the bedsheets still rubbing his eyes; "Hannigan, it's one-twelve in the morning.  Couldn't this have waited until I was up?" "You're up now," was th