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.

wasn't found, Everett wouldn't

anything! We can find another way to get

his gaze piercing. "Do you

Quincy was alive,

she was

someone to bring them in for questioning, alright?" Before Jeffrey could finish, Everett froze. Right next to Quincy's left hand, he'd found

these numbers meant, especially since they seemed incomplete, any clue was better than

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

be safe, Jeffrey also took several pictures from different

be a phone number?" It didn't seem right to

Everett murmured, studying the

sequence for

The ingredients weren't overly complex, yet each was lethal if misused.

Jeff's chatter, counting the numbers Quincy

identified in the antidote, but Quincy had only listed

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