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"be all right?"

"her a ht into the door, I couldn&039;t-"

"bleeding stopped"

"anything I can do"

Jumble Ju clearer, though Oh, goody I was going to live I just wasn&039;t going to live it down

"No one is bla you, Laura" My husband&039;s voice And that was his hand, holdingto carry her up to our bedroom, and-"

"No! God, no!" My eyes flew open "Please Please don&039;t go in there, and don&039;t take me in there You don&039;t know, Sinclair You just don&039;t" I looked around the small circle of faces Tina, N/Dick, Jessica, Laura "None of you can understand the true horror of what&039;s happening in our rooht now"

"You&039;d better be concussed at the very least," otta cliet out of this shithole?"

"And Sinclair rong," I toldyou Why didn&039;t you stop me?"

"How could I? You were like the bionic woman down here I barely saw the door was locked before you sht ould find so wet on my lip and wiped the back of my hand acrossish undead blood "Dammit Tell me I didn&039;t break my nose"

"You seeot a ree, Sink Lair, it&039;s the first I&039; the rateful Okay, I wasn&039;t grateful But I waselse So intent on rescue I ran smack into a closed door and knocked myself outnot too la to take my nonexistent pulse?"

"In there" Tina pointed to the closed, bolted door

"Not that Marc The one that&039;s alive, sane, and not (too) creepy"

"In there"

I blinked, then realized what she&039;d said "What? You&039;ve locked hi? What, did he lose the coin toss?"

"No, it&039;s-"

"What the hell is the o back to hell for a couple of hours and everyone back home checked their IQ at the door

I was onthe, they just stood around and watched me Unbelievable! I heaved it open (sucker was heavy) and made ready to dash into the room to save Marc from the profound idiocy of my room-

Both Marcs, who had been in deep discussion, looked up at me

"What?" they said in unison

I stared I had to; it was an interesting sight to say the least I saw in an instant whywas still trussed, and though our Marc had been locked in with hi everywhere off our Marcif he soflinched back and couldn&039;t look at hi up beautifully

The perfect interrogation technique I was stunned at the si be er self, of course And who&039;d be the best judge of whether his old dead self was prevaricating or covering up? His younger self, of course

"Ohhhh"