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[A bright, floating light of some sorts drifts lazily through the air, past Aaron.]
[In a smooth motion, Aaron cups his hand over the light, catching it in his palm.]
Aaron: Ha!
[Brian looks over, Aaron stooped slightly as he holds his palms together over the thing.]
Brian: That a firefly?
[A close-up on Aaron's hands as he opens them up, releasing the light, which is certainly NOT a firefly. It sparkles with a cool-white light.]
[In a smooth motion, Aaron cups his hand over the light, catching it in his palm.]
Aaron: Ha!
[Brian looks over, Aaron stooped slightly as he holds his palms together over the thing.]
Brian: That a firefly?
[A close-up on Aaron's hands as he opens them up, releasing the light, which is certainly NOT a firefly. It sparkles with a cool-white light.]
