You run and run and run, nothing stopping you. It starts to feel like not even the great Usain bolt could parallel your desperate sprinting. From memory, the palladium theatre was this way, but you haven't been for years. That's where they went, for that ballet show. Swan Lake or whatever they were doing. Not like you were ever into that kind of shit, though you wish you would've gone with them. Only to know they were safe now. Safe and sound. Perhaps you would've found comfort in dying together. No. You can't think like that, they aren't dead. They can't be. Finally, you approach the double doors.
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