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BURN

“What’s your plan?”

I tip my ear in the stranger’s direction. “Didja fall through a hole in reality too? Nevermind – we already know the answer.”

Plan. Plan. Implies I’m in charge. What idiot made that decision?

 

Tunnels in the Abyss it was me, right? I’m the idiot. Welp. There’s more responsibility for me to pawn of on Search.

“She’s the planner. I just tell her what she needs to know to plan.”

 

SEARCH

I’m the planner? You say that like plans can exist when you’re involved.

I facepalm again. “Okay. First off, lets see who’s even here. And if you can convince everyone to stop fighting, that would be wonderful.”

I point to Burn. Ugh. Bad idea. “He can’s good at investigating dangerous things. So once everyone here is on the same page, we’ll let him scout around and then we can make a real plan.” I self-consciously pull at the hospital gown and hope nothing is bouncing around. “We’ll need proper clothes, food, clean water, first-aid and anything like that are priority. Okay?”

“Got it.” Burn finger-guns in my direction as he starts to walk away.

I grab his arm. “When. We. Have. Done. The. People. Thing.”

Burn groans – loudly. “But they’re crazy.”

I wait two seconds and hop that sinks in. I can tell from his face it doesn’t.

Metal screams as it scraps together. I drop into a boxer’s stance, Burn instantly guarding my back. Then I relax, straightening again – I’d be embarrassed by my reaction if this … day? it can’t still be the same day right? Had been any less weird.

The tiny, glass prisons – they look like the stasis chambers from the Connelly Hospital – start sink into the floor. They are all gone in about five seconds.

“Interesting.” I turn back to the stranger. “Search. Your name?”