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[A twelve year old boy comes bursting through the door, shouting to someone behind him] Hurry up Dairine, you're so slow!
[He stops suddenly when he realises this is not the market he was just at, looking around incredulous. A few seconds later, his twin sister walks out of the same door] I'm slow? You've stopped com...pletely...
Amon, where are we?
I don't know! Aaaah, Bookman's gonna be mad if we're late.
[He stops suddenly when he realises this is not the market he was just at, looking around incredulous. A few seconds later, his twin sister walks out of the same door] I'm slow? You've stopped com...pletely...
Amon, where are we?
I don't know! Aaaah, Bookman's gonna be mad if we're late.