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Has it gone to plan?

Howabout it I hated being left behind, left to worry and fret and create insane theories on what’d happened withoutto be with them

He’s not dead

He’s alive!

Joy effervesced

I held a hand againstthe happy bubbles to disperse It was too soon to celebrate Too soon to believe he was safe In so in the best when the worstmy fear into depression

What if Jasmine underesti? What if? What if? What if?

Looking at the clock, I bit e was an early riser, but Jaset back and soon She had to return my brother

I paced the thick carpet Every creak of the ancient house war in the early winter sunshinesent

She has to havesounded Faint and fleeting

I sla, the walls, the , the door

It caain

The softest rap and the quietest voice "Threads, open up"

After pacing tens of kilo off my nails in concern, they were back

I flew

With super-huth, I shoved aside the dresser and opened the door

"Let us in Quickly" Vaughn’s voice was raspy and tired, but alive

Thank God

I stepped aside The dark corridor hid loohn prowled forith Jasht, as he headed straight for her chair

I whether to put the dresser back or not