”“Until you leave to start basic yourself, it’s likely to be that way,” I sighed. “Once you start, I’m sure you won’t have time to think of any of us.”“Oh? That’s not what Joan or Emily said,” Rachel said. “But we’ll survive. Sometimes I wish I’d chosen the same induction date but I want to see Emily before I go.”“It won’t be long now.”We rode halfway across Missouri in relative silence before pulling in to the same Colony Inn we’d used last year. We piled into three rooms with Cindy and her mom in one and the other six of us split between two rooms with two queen beds. Our agreement with the videographers, of course, indicated they’d have private rooms. Laura and Leon weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend so it wasn’t like they could share. It would be a lot more casual when we got to the faire, since we’d be camped out in tents rather than in a hotel. Even Betty had agreed to camp out, having discovered last year in Kentucky it wasn’t that bad. I could see a glint in Cindy’s eye, though,. It shone down on us. I hardly cared about the warmth.I just knew that time passed. That my family died. How much longer could they last?The sun passed its zenith and fell towards the horizon. Heartbeat by heartbeat, it drifted closer and closer to setting. I just kept racing. The body moved with ease. It flowed across the ground. The terrain blurred past, the Forest of Lhes hurtling to my left, fields to my right.I had no idea how much farther we had to go. I ran this road in the dark. Everything looked so different in day. Were we an hour away? Two? Had everyone died? Did they still live? All I could do was run beside Radiant Gertrude and pray that those I loved hadn’t perished.That there was still hope to save them.Distant shrieks reached my proxy’s sensitive ears. A woman cried out. Greta. Nathalie.“She’s dying!” Nathalie cried.“No, no, no,” Greta cried out. “Where are you, Princess?”I pressed my proxy harder. I ran even faster than I thought. Its legs stretched out down the road..
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