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

have left anything! We can find another way to get

his gaze

was at a loss. Even when Quincy was alive,

she

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

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

his phone, not minding the blood

also took several

number?"

number, a sequence," Everett murmured, studying

sequence for the

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

counting the numbers Quincy had

antidote, but Quincy had only listed seven

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