[There is a rather ungainly thud as a figure lands, hard, on the ground. Pale trembling fingers sink into the soil to push the boy -- no more than sixteen -- onto his hands and knees. He is breathing heavily, a thin sheen of sweat covering his handsome face -- but that glint in his eyes shows a tremendous amount of lifeThin lips purse together as
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Are you alright?
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Obviously not.
[It's a quiet cough.]
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[Do not ask question, small she-man. Tom needs a damn owl.]
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I can look for one on the way to you! [Yeah like he's gonna find one.]
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[Nothing makes sense. Nothing. And, in Tom's aggravation, his fingers slip and he hits a small button.]
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It's just that they won't get home. At least, that's what I believe. [Everyone's told him so, he hasn't seen evidence otherwise, and he has no reason to doubt it.]
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Ion. Let me come with you, okay?
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And by the way, you're welcome to come stay with us! Everyone said it was alright.
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