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The watch-like device lit up, and Frosty muttered a series of random words into it. Nothing happened."I told you..." Frosty muttered, but his voice faltered. There was concern in the rooster's eyes. He took a step forward, about to ask if anyone here was a healer, but didn't need to. He watched Alice lean down, then turned away from the group. He brought up his foot, clicking the button on it.
Frosty tried again.
Nothing.
Frosty's face went pale. "C'mon, c'mon! Respond!" He muttered, desperation clawing at his voice. Why isn't the Multitude base replying? They should be replying!
Peter shuffled his feet awkwardly. He wanted to comfort her, but didn't know how. "I'm.. I'm sorry." He whispered, knowing how pathetic it sounded, but unable to think of anything else. Then, he froze."I have to take my test," Bleddyn insisted stubbornly and then fat tears began rolling down her flushed cheeks.
Her inner head was a horrible, surrealistic realm of chaotic negativity; she'd suffered inwardly to an extent where her outward sanity now was paying for it.
Bleddyn buried her face in her hands. Her back heaved with miserable, sputtering sobs and the abused desk shook violently.
"They're gone...stay...they're all gone...I have to...let me...stay...I-I have to...gone...gone...oh they're gone."
The corridor had gone quiet except for the horrible, repetitive beeping. The kids and teachers had all fled by now. But there were footsteps. Purposeful footsteps. Coming closer. Then, a bang on the door.
"Frick," Peter said under his breath, looking to Bleddyn. I gotta do something... something stupid. He reached out and grabbed Bleddyn's arm. He closed his eyes, breathed deeply, then snapped them open. The next thing they knew, both Bleddyn and Peter were out the window, Peter stumbling on the pavement, grabbing a pole and leaning against it.
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