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.

Dorothy were to die because the antidote wasn't found, Everett wouldn't want to go

anything! We can find another way to get the antidote," Jeffrey tried to

snapped, his gaze piercing.

when Quincy was alive, they couldn't think of a better

she was

I'll get someone to bring them in for questioning, alright?" Before Jeffrey could finish, Everett froze.

what these numbers meant, especially since they

took photos with his phone, not minding

also took several pictures from

this be a phone number?" It didn't

a number, a sequence," Everett murmured, studying the

for the

lethal if misused. A wrong

chatter, counting the

but Quincy had only listed seven before her

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