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<h1>Chapter 2</h1>
<div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
<p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">W</span>hen you
arrive at Roses apartment, you find her asleep on the couch. You
slide the balcony door open, quietly.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="john">JOHN: rose?</p>
</div>
<p class="no-indent">Her eyes flutter open. She looks like a ghost,
and not the kind of ghost that looks and acts exactly like an alive
person.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="rose">ROSE: How... how long have I been sleeping?</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: i dunno. i just got here.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: are you ok?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Ill be fine.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: that looks like a lot of pills youre taking
there.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Yeah. Its not what youre thinking
though.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: what am i thinking?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: These are controlled substances that have
been prescribed by a legitimate doctor to ease the symptoms of my
condition. I am using them only as instructed.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: ok??</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: So theres nothing to worry about.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: but you said you have a condition. isnt
that...bad?</p>
</div>
<p class="no-indent">You watch her rise in stages. Her arm is
trembling where shes bracing it on the couch.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="rose">ROSE: Oh. Yes. The condition itself is not ideal,
obviously. And perhaps it does constitute something to worry about,
in the context of a different conversation. All Im trying to say
is, Im not backsliding, if thats what youre wondering.</p>
</div>
<p class="no-indent">You spend several pregnant moments saying
nothing at all in response to this. You examine Roses supine,
languid form on the couch, optimistic that she will continue
speaking any moment now.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="rose">ROSE: I struggled with substance abuse for a while,
years ago. Remember?</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: rose, jesus. i wasnt going to accuse you of
being a drug addict, and i didnt fly over here to give you an
intervention.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: it sounded like you had some important stuff
to tell me, and the fact that you also seem to be sick is more than
a little alarming!</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: I wouldnt say Im sick.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Just having spectacularly debilitating
headaches as a result of my visions becoming more frequent.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: oh yeah.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: what are these visions youre having?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Im a Seer of Light, John.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: i know.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: so you mean like, your standard psychic
visions about the future and stuff?</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: whats going to happen? should we be
worried?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: It doesnt technically pertain to the future.
Well, not our future.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: My abilities have broadened considerably
beyond their previous horizon. They shed light on many unseen
events. Past, present, future, in realities and frames of reference
that have no intersection with ours at all.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: It seems to be an unfortunate side effect of
god tier abilities. They can advance at a rate beyond ones
physical ability to keep up with.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Fortunately it doesnt seem to be happening
to anyone other than me.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: yeah, cant say ive noticed anything like
that.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: or improvement in my powers for that
matter.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Its not about gaining additional power, so
much as the gradual dissolving of the boundaries between your own
awareness and that of your many doomed selves who perished in other
timelines.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Its a slow and apparently rather
uncomfortable accretion of knowledge. Perhaps Im the only one to
notice any change, since my aspect explicitly relates to
knowledge.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: i guess that all makes sense.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: so what are these visions showing you?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Many things. Theyre quite disjointed, and
sometimes hard to rearrange into coherence.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: But in totality, I have pieced together a
greater understanding of our present situation and all the events
that led us here.</p>
</div>
<p class="no-indent">You watch Rose stagger to her feet and cross
the apartment. At the kitchenette, she knocks back another pill
with a practiced motion, no water. Her vacant stare drills into the
countertop as she quietly waits for the medication to take
effect.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="john">JOHN: ...and?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: And what?</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: what is it about our situation that you
wanted to tell me?</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: is it bad?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Good and bad are words that dont mean
anything, beyond a certain threshold of mortal consideration.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Theres a different scale Ive come to
understand. Another dichotomy thats less... emotional, I
guess?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Consider, instead of the word “good,” using
the word “essential.”</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: And what exists at the opposite polarity from
essential is...</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Something that is best not to
contemplate.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: what are you talking about?</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: this sounds fucked up.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Yes, that sounds like a reaction you would
definitely have to the things Im telling you.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: I really should cut it out, and just start
from the beginning.</p>
</div>
<p class="no-indent">You follow Rose to the balcony. She raises a
hand and points directly into the clear blue sky. She points with
purpose, as if to say, <span class="Standard-Text CharOverride-14">there</span></p>
<p>. Right there, precisely, is where the green sun would be, if it
still existed.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="rose">ROSE: The green sun is gone.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: what??</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: It has been destroyed. At least, from the
current frame of reference it has.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: It still existed, and therefore in a way
thats hard to explain, currently exists, over a nearly infinite
span of time, presiding over the birth and death of countless
universes.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: But this universe, our universe, is not one
of them.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: you saw this in a vision?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: No. Jade told me.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: she did?</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: how does she know?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: She cant draw from its power anymore. She no
longer has the ability of a First Guardian.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: It has been this way for several years. I
suspect she has kept this fact on the downlow, however.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: thats...</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: surprising, i guess?</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: or maybe not. i dunno, its not like she
tells me a whole lot these days.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Its also not like shes had any particular
need to unleash the full fury of the green sun, not while shes
been gallivanting around with Dave and Karkat under whatever
perplexing social arrangement they have settled on.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Anyway, her account of the suns destruction
syncs up with the data supplied by my visions. I have no doubt its
gone.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: how did that happen?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: It doesnt matter much, for our purposes.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: There was a cataclysmic event. A suicide
strike by a very powerful being. Much like the one Dave and I
attempted, once upon a time.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: But it turned out the explosive force we
released was only a catalyst. A causal gesture. What was needed to
destroy the sun was a consumptive assault.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: consumptive?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: The entire sun was swallowed by a
supermassive black hole.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: I digress though.</p>
</div>
<p class="no-indent">You press your eyes shut, just for a moment.
Behind them you see <em>a black hole so supermassive that it spans
the width of eternity.</em></p>
<p>You quickly open your eyes again, and pretend to forget what you
just saw.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="rose">ROSE: Theres really no route through this
expository garden path that will adequately cushion you from the
bottom line, John.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: You will need to travel back into canon and
defeat Lord English.</p>
</div>
<p class="no-indent">You...</p>
<p class="Command">&gt; Shrug and try to look casual.</p>
<p class="no-indent">You pull off the most casual shrug that a guy
has ever shrugged when being presented with the inevitability of
his own fate. If Rose were looking at you right now, she would be
totally convinced that you are approaching this topic with a level
of nonchalance that is entirely plausible and genuine. Youre sure
of it.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="john">JOHN: yeah, i had a feeling that was going to come
up again someday.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Im sure we all did. That is, even those of
us without visions.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: i was doing my best not to think about it. i
guess we cant put it off any longer then?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Now is the time. We are rapidly approaching a
point of no return. If the decision isnt made soon, it will be too
late. The issue will no longer matter.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: when exactly is the point of no return?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Today.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: wow.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: ok then.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: first, one question. um...</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: why?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Why what?</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: why do i need to go back and beat him?</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: i mean, sorry if this is a stupid question. i
guess hes a huge awful monster, and thats just what youre
supposed to do with huge awful monsters. take them down for their
crimes, and such.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: but why does he actually need to be defeated
at all? to be honest, its been years since weve even bothered
thinking about any of this, and everything seems...</p>
</div>
<p class="Command">&gt; Take a look around and survey the current
status of all life on Earth, which is totally possible to do from
the vantage point of a single apartment balcony.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="john">JOHN: fine?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Of course everything is fine here.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Were outside of canon now.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: yeah, i know. what does that actually MEAN
though?</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: are you saying this isnt really
happening?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Of course its happening.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Just because certain events take place
outside of canon, it doesnt mean those events are non-canon.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: oh.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: In other words, there is an important
distinction between events which can be considered to occur inside
canon, outside canon, and those which are not canon at all.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: The day we went through that door and claimed
our reward, we passed a threshold between continua marked by
differing degrees of relevance, truth, and essentiality.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Those are the three pillars of canon.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: what?</p>
</div>
<p class="no-indent">Rose shoots you an irritated look. You know
what that look means. Its reserved for the sort of bozo who just
said “what” once too often.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="rose">ROSE: Any event said to take place inside canon
will have nonzero values of relevance and essentiality, while
maintaining an absolute foundation in truth, by definition.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Whereas events outside canon have diminished
values of relevance and essentiality. Or, for the most part, can be
considered neither relevant nor essential at all.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: But such events cant be said to be untrue
either. Instead, its better to regard their truth value as highly
conditional.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Are you still following?</p>
</div>
<p class="Command">&gt; Say “oh, yeah. totally.”</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="john">JOHN: oh, yeah. totally.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: So to be clear, everything thats taken place
here on Earth C since we exited canon can be considered completely
irrelevant, and for the most part, absolutely inessential. Yet none
of it can be called untrue.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: At least, up until precisely today.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: ok.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: then what does non-canon mean?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Events that are formally non-canon have no
truth whatsoever, by definition.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: They may have relevance and essentiality
values that are nonzero, or even quite high, but only as
projections along an imaginary axis, resulting from highly
subjective frames of reference.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: But due to those events having no truth, and
thus carrying no real weight, the other properties are basically
rendered meaningless.</p>
</div>
<p>You can feel your eyes go wide as the gears in your head slow to
a stop. The implications of what Rose is saying are as vast as they
are completely incomprehensible. Your mind has just been BLOWN.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="rose">ROSE: John?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Are you okay? Your pupils have gone quite
wide, thereby facilitating the appearance that your mind has just
been blown.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: sorry, im just trying to wrap my head around
this.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: You of all people really should have a good
intuitive grasp over these concepts already.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Youre the one with the retcon powers, after
all.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: i know!</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: like, i mostly get it. i think.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: i just wouldnt have thought to put all of
this in such a jargony way.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Sorry. Thats kind of what I do.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: its fine. im just a bit rusty is all.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: it feels like its been so long since i did,
or even thought about... anything that mattered at all.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Yes, the longer we live outside of canon, the
more tenuous our relationship with canon becomes.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Hence the urgency.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: then whats going to happen if we keep
dragging our feet?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: I mentioned that events outside canon have a
truth value that tends to be conditional, remember?</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: um.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Well, I did. But let me put it another
way.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: As long as we live outside canon, everything
that happens will technically be “real,” but only
conditionally.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: There are certain crucial events inside canon
which must happen in order to continue to prop up the legitimacy of
events here on Earth C.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: And you specifically, John, have a
responsibility to make sure those events take place.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: and i take it that means going back and
killing lord english?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Yes.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: His defeat is the keystone to this entire
continuity.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Much like his life, in some sick way,
governed the overall design of the bridge which that keystone was
holding up.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: But without it, all of this falls apart.
Every thing weve been through, in a way thats impossible for a
single mind to fully comprehend, becomes retroactively
discredited.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: so... reality will be destroyed, or
something?</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: hasnt that already sort of happened?</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: i mean, when all the black space started
cracking?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: No, this consequence isnt physical, or even
a disruption of the timeline. Its more of a conceptual
unraveling.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: If you miss the chance to authenticate canon
events, something will take place thats a bit difficult to
describe, but Ive encountered a term for it.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Its called “dissipation.”</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Like, a notional fading. As if something,
somewhere, is undergoing a process of “forgetting,” and we are what
is being forgotten.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: All ideas, people and their full
potentialities, possible outcomes and their specific unfolding, all
these things live inside conscious frameworks.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: The further removed we get from
authentication of canon events, the less relevant they become, and
they slowly fade from the conscious frameworks which kept them
stable.</p>
</div>
<p class="Command">&gt; Make a theatrically startled
expression.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="john">JOHN: ok, i guess we dont want THAT to happen.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: or... unhappen. whatever.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: so i just retcon-poof back to english and
start like...</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: brawling with the dude?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Dont be ridiculous. You wouldnt last a
second.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Youll need a team.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Also, you dont want to just dive headlong
into a battle with his hulking adult form. That would be tactically
foolish, and furthermore, would skip over some very important steps
needed to authenticate canon.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: like what?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: I mentioned that Englishs defeat was the
keystone to the continuity. But this is an oversimplification.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: yikes. well, we sure as fuck wouldnt want to
simplify anything.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: John, please dont be a bitch. Im unwell,
remember?</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: sorry.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: The true keystone, which is a necessary
component of his defeat, is the juju.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: The house-shaped object you stuck your hand
in to gain your retcon powers.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: oh yeah.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: While empty, it resembles a gap. Like a hole
in canon, whose only purpose is to be filled.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: In serving that purpose, it grants one with
the radical canon-altering powers that would be needed to fill
it.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Once filled, it becomes solid. No longer a
gap, but a serviceable, load-bearing wedge in our continuity.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Like a keystone.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: And once delivered to English and directed
his way, it empties itself again, releasing its narrative-bridging
payload. It functions as a weapon, and in some manner will bring
about his demise.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: in some manner?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Its a complicated artifact. As old and
unfathomable as anything else in Paradox Space, like the green sun,
or English himself. Dont worry about it for now.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: The important thing is that, in the due
course of your travels, you end up loading and unloading this
weapon.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: how am i going to do that?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Once you set things in motion, it should just
happen naturally through the narrative momentum of your journey.
Im really just warning you about it, rather than instructing
you.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: ok. thanks??</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Youre welcome.</p>
</div>
<p class="no-indent">Rose looks at her phone. You recognize
Kanayas distinct typing style in the window. Roses thumbs begin
to fly across the keypad. She continues to text as she talks.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="john">JOHN: so if were going to go back and kill him in
time to “authenticate canon,” i guess we have to get going
soon.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: like today?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Yes.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: are you sure youre actually up for a fight
though? no offense, but youre looking a little worse for the
wear.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Im not going.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: oh.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: None of us are. Only you.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: what?? but you said...</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: John, this is the victory state.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: what the hell does that even mean.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: When we went through the door, and passed
beyond the threshold of canon, we effectively retired from bearing
any responsibility for influencing canon events. Weve all been
sort of decommissioned as active players on the cosmic stage, with
severely diminished relevance attributes.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: All of us except for you, of course, since
youve retained your retcon abilities.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: ok, i get that. kind of.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: but... couldnt you all just come along
anyway?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: We could. But it wouldnt serve any
purpose.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: It wouldnt plug up the remaining dark spots
in canon.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Youll need a group of active players. Those
still stuck inside the stream of canonic karma.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: who?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Nothing too extravagant. Just different
versions of us.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Younger versions, from a particularly
dysfunctional impasse in our journey.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: I can point out the exact moment in canon you
should be disrupting, and how you should disrupt it.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: In fact, Ive already written it down to
spare you the trouble of remembering.</p>
</div>
<p class="no-indent">Rose leads you back inside and retrieves a
letter from her desk. She hands it over, still typing one-handed on
her phone. She sits down and you read the letter.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="john">JOHN: huh.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Is anything confusing about my
instructions?</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: no, i remember all this. it shouldnt be a
problem.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: its just weird to think about revisiting
this. it seems like an eternity. like... we were all completely
different people back then.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: I assure you we are all still fundamentally
the same bunch of losers.</p>
</div>
<p class="no-indent">Rose is ultimately right about that, the way
she is about most things. You continue to scan the letter, and
grimace slightly.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="john">JOHN: should i really punch her in the face?</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: i felt kinda bad about it, last time i did
that to someone.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Yes. You absolutely should, and must, punch
her in the face.</p>
</div>
<p class="no-indent">You exhale and turn the paper over in your
hands. The other side is blank. You flip it back over, having fully
processed the instructions drafted in the polished purple
handwriting. You like how Rose still writes in purple, after all
these years. Some things never change.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="john">JOHN: alright. this seems straightforward
enough.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: i mean, aside from the part where we all have
to fight an invincible monster.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: He isnt entirely invincible. He will be
vulnerable to Daves weapon. I believe other gambits should present
themselves as well.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: I dont think it would serve the mission well
for me to tell you exactly how it will go.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: But at least I can offer this bit of
encouragement.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: If you follow my instructions, English will
be defeated.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: It is an absolutely essential outcome.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: And essential, if youll remember, is the
word we should be using instead of good.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: i see youre advising we go after him when
hes young...</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: i guess that makes sense.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: go get him before he gets all big and
strong.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: like, kind of a surprise attack?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Sure.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: that dude sucks.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: he was taunting me a while back.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: like, i think he WANTS me to come fight
him?</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: anyway, i just ignored him obviously, because
im not a stupid idiot.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: but i guess today will be his lucky day.</p>
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<p class="no-indent">You take a seat next to Rose on the couch.</p>
<p class="Command">&gt; Examine your friend.</p>
<p class="no-indent">Her eyes are closed and her hands are folded
in her lap. Shes not asleep, but she looks wasted—like all the
life in her has been sucked out through a straw. Like shes
insubstantial. When you were kids you always thought that Rose
Lalonde had all the answers, that she could fix any problem with a
wall of text and a witty rejoinder. You guess that much about her
hasnt changed. Shes still trying to solve the problems you all
left behind. You cant believe how sick she looks. How did this
happen to her?</p>
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<p class="john">JOHN: i should probably get going and let you
rest.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: we can talk all about it when i get back.
ill fill you in on how it went, hopefully youll be feeling better
by then.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Oh. Um.</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Yeah.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: is something wrong?</p>
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<p class="no-indent">Rose opens her eyes and looks at you, but she
says nothing. Just looks.</p>
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<p class="john">JOHN: im not scared, if thats what youre worried
about.</p>
<p class="john">JOHN: you already said were going to defeat him.
so, nothing to fret over, right?</p>
<p class="rose">ROSE: Yes. You...</p>
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<p class="no-indent">Something flickers through her eyes, almost
too quick to catch. When she smiles at you, its warm and
sincere.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="rose">ROSE: Youre going to do great.</p>
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<p class="no-indent">Rose slides her arms around you. After a
while, she releases you from the embrace and gets up to fetch her
bottle of pills. She pauses at the bedroom door to look at you one
more time.</p>
<div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
<p class="rose">ROSE: Goodbye, John.</p>
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<p class="no-indent">She closes the door behind her.</p>
<p class="Command">&gt; Look at the letter.</p>
<p class="no-indent">Your run your thumbs along the edge of the
paper. Is this really it? One hug from Rose and youre off to face
your destiny? The instructions in the letter are clear, but you
arent sure precisely what to do next. Inertia and indecision keep
your feet planted firmly on the carpet.</p>
<p>Then, as if directly answering your quandary, your phone buzzes
in your pocket. Its a text from Roxy.</p>
<p class="Command">&gt; Read text.</p>
<p class="no-indent">It sounds important. You get up to go without
even thinking about it. You exit through the sliding glass door and
leave it open behind you.</p>
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