CHAPTER 16: REVELATIONS
Almost done. Some explanations, and a final crisis.
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They were all on the lift. As soon as Kensington entered, the doors closed and the elevator started sliding down. A voice, now speaking Federation standard, called out the depth as they went down.
It reached the total of 120 meters and the descent stopped and the doors opened. A passage extended in two directions from the elevator room. Kensington picked one and started down it. Everything was completely dark and he could hardly tell where he was headed. He inched his way forward. Suddenly, as if someone had noticed their arrival, the lights went on.
They found themselves in a room where a small pool filled the center. It looked like a room where a small submarine could dock. The pool was a two-layer structure, but there didn't seem to be a place where seawater could enter. The room felt a little hot, but it seemed the air-conditioners were still working. It was certainly more comfortable than the flooded third level of Utopia. There was, however, no sign of anyone.
"There's nothing here," Kensington observed. "Let's go the other way and find where we need to go." They opened a watertight door on the far end of the room and continued deeper into the installation. A passageway, slightly smaller than the emergency corridors in Utopia, led off into the distance. The entire place seemed colder, less alive, than the structure above. As they continued down the corridor, lights turned on automatically ahead of their path. The areas behind them darkened as they passed beyond. There were several branching paths, but all of them ended in closed watertight doors.
The number of areas they could easily enter was limited. Luckily the examination room was at the end of the corridor. Kensington quickly turned the handle and opened the door. They laid Medea and the researcher on examination tables. There were a few ordinary beds and the same kind of scanners they had found in Utopia's infirmary. There were numerous other, unfamiliar, medical instruments. "Which of these, do you think, is that 'High-Pressure Oxygen' thing that Heaven was talking about?"
"We'll have to look for it," Pamuya suggested. "None of us knows a thing about this place."
The researcher seemed to have become conscious. He coughed. "Wait."
"How are you feeling?" Kensington asked him.
"I've been better," he deadpanned. "At least I'm alive."With his eyes closed, the researcher raised his hand weakly. "This smell. This is IBR? So I'm back where I started." He coughed again.
"So you do work here?" Kensington asked. "We're looking for a 'High-Pressure Oxygen Treatment Device.' We're in the examination room, but we don't have a clue what to look for. Can you help us please?"
"You're looking for the pods," the researcher said. "They look like capsules with a mat inside. They look like a bunch of cylinders wired to a pillar. Do you see them?"
Now that he knew what they were, Kensington walked over to the devices the researcher had described. "Yes. I'm right in front of them."
The researcher coughed again and new blood appeared on his mouth. "There is a manual. They should be easy to operate." The strength left his hand.
"Let's put them both in pods," Kensington ordered. Pamuya helped him carry the researcher to one of the three pods. There was a button on the side. Kensington pushed it and the hatch opened on top of the pod. They lowered him gently inside. He pressed the button again and the capsule closed silently. Dr. Young and Ryogo laid Medea in another one. "Now let's find this manual."
"Yes," Dr. Young agreed, "because I found the control panel." It was a short distance away from the pods. "There's a button that says 'set.'" She pushed it. Screens and monitors attached to the pods flickered to life. "That appears to be all you have to do." Kensington watched the monitors for a few minutes. In that short time, there was minimal, but noticeable, improvement in both of them.
"I'm so relieved," Dr. Young said when she noticed the change.
"Tell me about it," Pamuya agreed.
"It looks like we made it in time," Kensington said. They had, for the moment, escaped the worst. "Well, we don't have time to hang around. The situation here might be just as bad as in Utopia. Plus there might be other survivors, a way out, or even communicators. I'm sure we can learn more about this virus, at least. Let's search for as much time as possible."
Of the four of them, Dr. Young had the most medical knowledge, so they left her in the examination room while the other three of them went to search the complex. Because they were uncertain of the danger, they stayed together to search. Without opening any of the closed watertight hatches, there wasn't much to discover. Many of the corridors had been blocked off.
They decided to try one of the doors. A terrible smell began to pour out so they hurriedly closed it. In the brief glimpse he got of the room, Kensington saw a few bodies of blood-covered researchers, who had been clawing at their throats when they died. It wasn't hard to imagine that the situation was worse than what it had been in Utopia.
They tried another room that was empty of people, but had a few computer terminals. They were able to scan some of the information left on them. They found some information about the virus.
Name: Deep Blue.
Symptoms: Fever, chills, headache, aching muscles, loss of appetite, vomiting, diarrhea, stomach pains, etc. As it progresses, the patient begins to hemorrhage from the mouth, gums, conjunctiva, nasal cavity, the skin, and the alimentary canal and has a high probability of dying.
Mortality rate: 85%
Symptoms first appear similar to that of a common cold, and while they may temporarily improve, the patient's condition will rapidly deteriorate, resulting in hemorrhaging.
Incubation Period: 2-7 days.
After that point the data was corrupted and it was not clear what else was written. Other than that, they did find some other interesting information. In a business log they found the name Darius Firien. There was a note saying 'I look forward to a chance to see my daughter for the first time in a long time. Her ship was in the area. I've been trapped here so long in this tin can doing virus research that I'm jealous. I'll be happy if she hasn't forgotten what I look like.' "I think he may be Medea's father," Kensington explained to the others, who had no idea what it meant. "Apparently they knew we were in the area and intended for us to visit. I wonder what happened."
They found no other survivor and returned to the examination room. "They're still about the same," Dr. Young reported, "which is good as far as I can tell." She looked tired. "While you were gone, I checked the medical database. They haven't found a cure for the Deep Blue virus. The orange serum we found can temporarily control the symptoms. So far, the best hope seems to be the small chance that it will clear up on its own."
"That… sucks." Kensington found no other way to put it.
"What do you mean?" Ryogo asked in alarm.
Dr. Young had trouble finding the words to explain it to him. Pamuya took over. "Basically, if Medea is going to heal, her own immune system is going to have to do it. Now that we've brought her here, the only thing we can do now is hope."
"She isn't going to get better?"
"She didn't say that," Kensington countered. "She has a chance." Ryogo walked to Medea's pod and embraced it.
"I don't know how much the pods will actually help," Dr. Young murmured. "In addition to the oxygen treatment, it can perform other medical functions: disinfecting, some surgeries, and even cryogenic suspension. Since we don't know what's really going to happen, it may be an option. Until then, all we can do is have faith and wait."
Behind them, a control panel beeped. The researcher began coughing in his capsule and his face contorted in agony. He began thrashing about inside the capsule. He coughed again and began clawing at his throat. His mouth began to erupt in blood. His skin went white. "I can't believe his condition would change like this," Dr. Young shouted in fear.
"He's going to crush his own throat!" Kensington shouted.
The researcher, seeming to have heard him, lowered his hands away from his throat. "This is as far as I make it," the man gasped out. He was barely able to breathe. He let out a final gasp but could no longer take air in. "So this is my reward."
Dr. Young rapidly flipped pages of the manual, but there was nothing left to do. There was no way to keep the researcher alive. She pounded on the manual then placed both elbows on the panel and buried her face in her hands. She burst into tears. Pamuya watched with a strained expression.
"My daughter," the researcher suddenly gasped out. "Take care of her." He looked for a moment as if he were smiling. His vital signs disappeared and an electric alarm sounded. Kensington closed his eyes and grimaced. They hadn't had the power to save the man, never even having learned his name. Kensington opened his eyes, reached out, and turned off the alarm.
"Medea's condition?" he asked fearfully.
"The same as it was," Dr. Young replied faintly. "There doesn't seem to be anything wrong for the moment."
"Thanks." He turned to look at the researcher. "We should bury him." They were all motionless. The proof of their danger lay right before their eyes. Time continued to roll forward. Dragging his suddenly leaden legs, Kensington went through the facility a second time. He found an emergency exit. Every escape pod that had been in the room was gone. There was no deepwater diving gear in the room, no diving tanks. Once again, they were without an escape route.
They were quickly approaching the time limit. It was already after 4:30 pm, the earliest time Utopia might implode. He went about finishing making his rounds. Pamuya joined him. "No new options?" he asked her when she appeared.
"No. Do you have any idea what we should do?"
"What do you mean?" he asked, surprised that she would ask him. "I mean, I'm thinking about them now."
"Really?" She smiled slightly. "You really like to waste your time, don't you Taylor?"
"This isn't time wasting," he protested.
She laughed. "Sorry, but it seems just like something you would do."
"Thinking about things that are impossible?"
She puffed up her cheeks. "No! I don't mean that. Why do you have to tease me?"
"I never thought I'd hear you say that!" He said. "I have no idea what to do, but we'll find a way out of this somehow. We've made it this far."
She laughed at his efforts to sound positive. "I'm sure we'll be 'fine'."
"That's right. We'll be okay." A distant roaring sound reverberated throughout the installation. It seemed that it was transmitted through the water to IBR. Kensington hoped it was the sound of the thermal vents, instead of something from Utopia. He wanted to postpone the inevitable for as long as possible. He changed the subject, rather than dwell on it. "That researcher, was he the only one left alive here? Did all the other survivors get out earlier? Obviously some didn't make it."
"Some kind of circumstances kept him from leaving," she said. "Some kind of circumstances kept him alive until now, too. Do you remember the entry logs we found on the terminals, the journal entry? I think he was Medea's dad. I'm sure he knew she was here when the accident happened. Maybe he survived because he was thinking about his daughter. "
They had walked to the submarine dock and were leaning against the wall and watching small waves lapping against the edge of the pool. "What do you think about Medea's chances?" he asked. "Why did she get the virus, anyway?"
"There must have been an outbreak of the virus. The incubation period is two to seven days. That's consistent with Medea's symptoms. When we arrived, she was exposed to the virus."
Nodding to himself, Kensington agreed that was the most probable explanation. Pamuya continued with her thoughts. "Most of the researchers probably didn't realize the terrible truth that it was spreading inside the installation. When they discovered a few of them had been infected, somebody must have panicked and the situation got out of hand. With people dying around them, some of the staff tried to escape. When the escape pods ran out…"
Kensington suddenly realized where her logic was going. "That means. That first alarm we heard six days ago meant…" He couldn't finish his sentence.
Pamuya frowned and continued. "Probably one of the terrified staff forced themselves up from IBR to Utopia. Without following the standard decompression procedures, they went up the emergency corridors and fled up to 'Island Zero'. Those corridors remained open for a while."
"The built-up gas inside the complex quickly escaped," Kensington finished. "The pressure dropped, a part of Utopia started flooding, and the watertight doors closed. That's how we ended up getting stuck here."
"That's right," she said. "Meaning the alarm that went off in Utopia was for the abnormal pressure readings and the virus outbreak."
Kensington growled in frustration. "That's probably why there's no rescue team coming. If the people on our ship found out about the virus, they couldn't have safely come after us."
"I'm sure that's it," Pamuya said with a solemn face. "If the virus left this planet and were carried back aboard our ship, it would be devastating. Even if there were survivors in here, it would be necessary to lock them up at the bottom of the ocean. Neverland Pharmaceuticals will probably cover up the fact that this place ever existed. All the while knowing that we're trapped in here."
Kensington kicked at a rusted bolt that was on the floor near his feet. It bounced into the pool with a splash and sank. After that, they resumed walking through the corridors of IBR. The sounds of their footsteps echoed loudly off the walls of the narrow corridor. Finally he said, "If that's the case, we've got to get ourselves back to the surface no matter what."
"Why?"
"We have to make sure the Federation finds out what happened here," he said emphatically. "We've got to make sure Neverland never does something like this again. No matter what."
"Okay," Pamuya agreed. "That's more like the Taylor I know." Her cheeks puffed out slightly and she looked at him.
"Really?" he said, quite surprised.
"Really." Her voice lost all of its edge for a moment. "I feel the same way. I want to go with you, Taylor. Together. "
Startled, he asked her "What did you say?"
"It's nothing." she quickly retreated. Her face was red.
Kensington felt suddenly strange and stopped. He looked up at the ceiling.
"Taylor, what's wrong?" Pamuya's eyes followed his gaze to the ceiling. There was nothing there. She returned her gaze to him.
"I'm not really sure," he said, "but it's hard to breathe all of a sudden."
"Taylor?" she repeated, an alarmed edge coming into her voice. "Your nose is bleeding." He wiped his nose with his hand. His upper lip felt wet. "Are you okay?" Her voice seemed to come from far away. She looked worriedly at his face.
"Fine, I'm fine,' he replied, looking up again. "I wasn’t thinking anything sexual. I wasn't!"
"It's not like… I don't care about that," she replied.
The blood wouldn't stop flowing. "I look like such an idiot," he groaned.
"Who cares what you look like?"
"I care," he said. "Looking like this in front of you. Aah."
"Aah what?" She started shaking his shoulder.
A violent sneeze escaped him. Blood started dripping not only from his nose, but his mouth as well. Red flecks spattered on the walls and floor. He was assaulted by sudden dizziness. The world felt like it was spinning. "For some reason, I can't keep steady." The phrase struck him as inordinately funny and he started to laugh.
"Taylor! Taylor! Hold on!"
"Quit shaking me," he complained. "You're making me feel ill. I'm doing fine. Don't worry, Pamuya."
"You're not fine at all. You're bleeding all over, Taylor. We have to get you to the examination room at once."
"Uh, yeah." He coughed. He tried to calm himself down. With Pamuya supporting him, Kensington walked down the corridor.
The door to the examination room flew open in front of them. Dr. Young flew out of it. "The kid. Ryogo. He's in bad shape!" Her face changed color as she shouted.
"What's wrong with him?" Pamuya asked.
"He's in trouble. It'll be faster if you come and look." Then she saw Kensington. "No. Taylor! You too?" She noticed the shape he was in and turned pale.
"Taylor too?" Pamuya echoed worriedly. They hurried in and found Ryogo on one of the examination tables. His condition was revealed on the scanner. 'Deep Blue. 2267-Rev.17.'
"The poor kid's been infected with Deep Blue, too," Dr. Young gasped.
"How? He's been with us the whole time. Where did he get it?" Kensington mumbled to himself, finding it difficult to breathe.
"Taylor, just relax," Pamuya said. "None of us knows where he got exposed to it. I want you to be scanned too. It isn't normal to spew blood from your nose and mouth."
She forcefully put him on an examination table. "You don't have to do that," he protested. She pushed his shoulders down with her hands. "Fine, I'll let you scan me." He stopped resisting and Dr. Young activated the scanner. The scanning light crawled slowly up his body. "What does it say?" Kensington asked when the scan finished. "Say something."
"The results are…" Dr. Young stared at the control panel without moving.
"The results are black," Pamuya finished. She was looking at the monitor. "You're infected too, Taylor. I'm sorry to say it, but since coming to IBR, no it must have been longer, since coming to Utopia, all of us have been infected for quite some time." She hung her head down and let out a big sigh.
"Damn it," Kensington cursed. He stood up and was assaulted by a terrible dizzy spell. The one to steady him from falling was Ryogo. From the looks of it, his legs weren’t very steady either. Putting his hand on a wall, Kensington managed to hold himself up.
"We're in trouble, eh?" Ryogo stated.
"You can say that again!" Kensington agreed.
"If only we could find some of that orange serum." Ryogo pressed is hand to his face. Kensington noticed a thin trail of blood at his lips.
"You're right," Kensington said enthusiastically. "If they were handling the virus here, they should have some of the serum too. It will at least help our symptoms."
Pamuya and Dr. Young began to search the room. Ryogo sank to the floor, not looking very good. His breathing was ragged and lines of pain were etched on his face. "It's no good," Dr. Young shouted. "I can't find any here."
Pamuya had a few vials in her hand. "This is it. There are four doses."
"We'll need to take them immediately!" Kensington said. "Dr. Young, please do it."
"At least we won't have to use needles," she said. She put a cartridge of the serum in a hypospray. She gave one does each to Ryogo and Kensington. Kensington felt immediately better.
"Thanks, Maryann," said Ryogo, who was now able to stand. He walked to one of the beds and lay on it.
"Should we give one to Medea?" Kensington wondered aloud.
"We can't open the pod while she's undergoing the oxygen treatment," Dr. Young explained. "It looks like her treatment is progressing normally. As long as she's in there, I don't think her condition will get any worse. As soon as it's done, we'll give her a shot."
"We should probably give you one, too, Maryann," he suggested.
"What? No. I don't think…." Dr. Young began stalling, quickly making excuses. Then she began coughing.
"Take a shot, now!" Kensington ordered. She couldn't stop coughing. Her arm holding the hypospray began to shake. She began taking slow deep breaths and controlled her cough. But her hands wouldn't go still. "I'll give it to you."
Dr. Young began to protest. "I don't like getting shots! I'm afraid of them! They hurt! I don't want it!" Kensington took the hypospray from her and Pamuya held her struggling form so that she couldn't move. He stuck it against her skin and pressed the trigger. "You're mangling me! That’s the wrong spot! Go slower!" She protested madly.
They managed to inject her anyway. Then they scanned her. As suspected, she had also contracted the virus. "I don't know how long we'll hold up with only one shot each," Kensington said, when they were done scanning her. "Is there anything we can do once they stop working?"
Dr. Young went to the terminal and accessed the computer. "Leave me alone for a few minutes. I need to concentrate." After a moment, she said. "The voice functions have been locked so I have to use the keyboard. The communications system has been locked so we can't use it. There is some data, however, being sent to the surface every once in a while. If I can piggyback onto that, we might be able to send a message. At least it's a better chance than we had at Utopia."
"Show us what you can do, genius," he encouraged her. Kensington examined the capsule pod. Pamuya came and stood next to him as he looked at the monitor. It listed Medea's condition as 'serious but stable'. It said that her treatment would require four more hours.
"Let's get Ryogo into the other pod," she suggested. They tried, but were unable to get the hatch on the third pod to seal. They were forced to remove the dead researcher from his pod. Pamuya cleaned and sterilized the pod.
Kensington found Ryogo asleep on the bed and gently shook him awake. "We're going to put you in one of the pods." Ryogo slowly opened his eyes. "Sorry to wake you."
"What about everyone else?" Ryogo asked, suddenly wide awake.
"There's only one pod we can use, and you're in the worst shape. So you get it."
"I can't abandon the rest of you," Ryogo protested. "Forget it. Once I get in, I can't get out for a long time. I want to stay by Medea." He rose and staggered over to Medea's pod. "I'm not moving from here until we know that everyone's getting out."
Kensington considered forcing him into the pod. "Don't you want to escape? If you want to get out, you have to listen to me. If you get any worse, getting into the pod might not save you. We only have one dose of the serum left. Wait, why is there one left?" The question suddenly hit him.
"What are you talking about?" Pamuya mumbled, and turned her face away. "We're saving it for Medea."
"So, that's it," Dr. Young gasped. Everyone's gaze rested on Pamuya. "Pamuya, I haven't given you an injection."
"Yes? So?" She mumbled without looking at Dr. Young.
"We still have a shot left." She got up from the terminal and spoke acidly. "So, how are you feeling Pamuya? You're not in pain?" Kensington looked at Pamuya. She hadn't shown any of the symptoms. "Pamuya, I want you to get scanned right away!"
'Cure Virus-P-Carrier.' The virus that had altered her genetic makeup had made Pamuya immune to the Deep Blue virus. Her body had already made antibodies to the deadly virus. Looking at the results of Pamuya's scan, Dr. Young nodded. "I found it in the Utopia database, but I'd heard about it once before. I would never have imagined I would see someone who was a carrier of that virus."
"I don't care if you hate me," Pamuya said.
"Hate you?" Dr. Young raised her voice. "Why would I hate you?"
"Aren't you afraid then? You're scared of me, aren't you? You're probably thinking you don’t want anything more to do with me, right?"
"I wouldn't think that!" Dr. Young shouted. She shook her head fiercely. "Why would you say that?"
Pamuya bit her lips and said, "Because I can be here and I don't have to suffer. It could be that I'm just watching all of you throw up blood, and eventually when you're all crawling on the floor, I'll be laughing at you. Because I'm just a cruel person like that." Dr. Young couldn't look Pamuya in the eyes.
"I don't think you're like that," Ryogo spoke. "I don't think you're a bad person at all. You saved Medea. You risked your own life to save someone."
"So what?" Pamuya said icily. "To tell you the truth, I regret it now. Medea is suffering from Deep Blue now, isn't she? She's stuck in that pod and she's suffering. If I hadn't had the stupid whim to do that, this wouldn't be happening right now." Ryogo turned away from her.
"Pamuya." Kensington took his turn. "Stop it right now." He ran over and grabbed her collar. "Are you still talking garbage like that? Saying things you don't really mean."
"I mean it," she whispered.
"Stop lying to yourself."
"It isn't a lie. I… It's the truth. The only one Deep Blue isn't affecting is me." He groaned and let go of her. "So, Taylor, are you ready to accept the truth now?" She pretended to smile at him.
"Yeah," he said. "It's an indisputable fact. I'll accept it. But, you might just help us to get better."
"What?" Her expression became serious.
"I'm not a doctor, so I can't tell, but all the viruses that have cures… You're pretty smart. You can figure it out."
"No," she said. "No way."
"It's our only chance," he persisted. "You're body is creating antibodies to the virus. We'll use that. If we can get those antibodies, there's a chance we can fight off the disease."
"It's too dangerous!" Her expression became more and more worked up. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to make antivirus and vaccines that work? There's almost no chance. If we make even the slightest mistake, it could kill all of you."
"If we don't try," he said, "we're dead anyway." She sucked in her breath. Her expression turned to ice. Dr. Young and Medea looked at Kensington. "That's right," he repeated. "If we don't try, we're dead anyway. If that's the case, I'd rather take the risk, no matter how small the chance of success." He coughed and spat blood out on the floor. "Damn it. Not again. A nosebleed and I'm coughing up blood. What a terrible figure I make." He wiped off his nose and chin on his sleeve. "Aren't you going to laugh at me, Pamuya, for being such a fool? Laugh." He held out his hand toward her. It was covered in blood.
"Stop it," she said. "Stay away from me. Stop. I don't want to…" Shaking her head fiercely, she backed away.
Dr. Young started to rise, but Kensington signaled her to stop. "Listen," she said. "Taylor, Pamuya. There is a simple lab in the back of the examination room. There is a centrifuge and a machine for refining sera. We might be able to use those to safely and quickly extract the Deep Blue antibodies. Since this machine can scan for the virus, we can use it to scan for the antibodies and extract them." Her voice remained low and calm.
"Pamuya, please help," Kensington urged. "I'm asking you."
"Stay away from me, Taylor. Don't touch me." He had backed her all the way to the bed. "You want to live with this disease? Once you've got the Cure Virus, you can't go back. Do you have any idea what you're in for?" She couldn't back away any further. She searched for the bed behind her with her hand and it brushed across the only dose of serum left.
"We don't know for sure that the Cure Virus will infect everyone," he said. "Even you said that you were special, right? Please, I'm begging you. Let us take the gamble so that everyone can live." He stood quietly in front of her. His legs were unsteady. His vision was hazy. Despite that, he stepped forward strongly. He looked into her eyes, trying to see what lay behind them.
"You won't be a normal person anymore!" She cried out desperately. "I don't want any of you to live with the pain that I have." Large tears welled up in her eyes. "I hate myself!"
He hit her in the face. She clenched her jaw tightly and glared at him. He pounced on the dose of serum, stealing it from her hand. He took it and smashed it into pieces on the floor of the examination room. It splintered into powdery fragments.
"What did you do?"
"There's no other way," he said calmly. "Now we have only one option open to us."
"You idiot, do you know what you've done? You didn't have to do that. You know I can't fight you." With her lips trembling and her shoulders shaking, Pamuya sank down onto the bed.
"I know."
"Jerk!" she screamed at him. "Animal! You're a coward!" She nestled close to him and began to cry.
"I don't care what you say," he told her, wrapping her in his arms. "I don't care how much you curse me."
"You fool, you fool," she sobbed. "If you mess this up, I will never forgive you, Taylor."
"It's okay," he said. "It's going to be okay. I promise you. We're all going to get out of this." She broke down completely, no longer able to speak. Her voice rose in a large wail and she cried like a child. Finally able to throw away everything that was holding her back, she cried.
Dr. Young turned on the scanner. The refining machine whirred to life. Pamuya extended her arm. Dr. Young took it gently and withdrew some blood. The whole time, Pamuya held tightly on to Kensington. She continued to cry, letting out occasional sobs.
Kensington's consciousness started to fade. He lost all sense of time. It was hard to tell if it was reality or a dream. "It's fine now," a voice said. He recognized it as Dr. Young. "I think it worked. I've prepared enough for all of us. It's up to you, Pamuya." Dr. Young's voice had been growing fainter as she spoke until it finally faded completely away.
"If you don't wake up from this," he heard Pamuya say, "I'll never forgive you. Not as long as I live."
Another voice, Ryogo's, came to him. "Pamuya, where are you going?"
"Well, I, I left a friend of mine upstairs. I've got to go get him. My best friend. Djungarian Hamster. His name is Charming. "
"Charming?"
"See you."
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