Jeffrey was battling his own nausea, trying to keep it together as he moved closer to assist.

"Quincy was tied up, and her arm was broken. She couldn't have left anything behind! Everett, you need to calm down!"

But Everett wasn't listening. His bare hands sifted through the clotted blood, searching desperately.

"Everett!"

"Everett, there's nothing here!"

"Shut up!" Everett barked back, his voice fierce, "I have to find it. This is Dorothy's only hope. I must find it!"

Watching Everett's almost obsessive behavior, Jeffrey felt a deep sorrow but also understood.

This chance at life was Dorothy's gift to him.

Jeffrey knew the depth of Everett's love for Dorothy, having witnessed their journey together.

because the antidote wasn't

anything! We can find another way to get

snapped, his gaze

Quincy was alive, they

now, she

know something. I'll get someone to bring them in for questioning, alright?" Before Jeffrey could finish, Everett froze. Right next to Quincy's left

unclear what these numbers meant, especially since they

quickly took photos with his phone, not minding the blood that

also took several pictures from different

phone number?" It didn't seem right to

Everett murmured, studying the

sequence for the

but the wrong sequence led to failure. The ingredients weren't overly complex, yet each was lethal if misused. A wrong sequence could turn an

Jeff's chatter, counting the numbers Quincy

seventeen ingredients identified in the antidote, but Quincy had only listed

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