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All I hear is static in return.
“Helena, what's going on!?”
“Your...-He’s...-Hurry….” Helena stumbles through static and then cuts out
completely.
I open the door on the pod without thinking. Whoever's in here must be
important and probably useful in whatever’s going on upstairs.
“No…” I breathe as I realize who’s in the pod, “Lucas?”
The End...For Now
