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Within days dozens are confirmed infected, and you and your unexpected new scientist friend find yourselves trying to work on a cure. If not a cure, a stopgap of some kind. Anything to prevent this thing from destroying everything. It's hard work. It's not going very well. Really, it feels like with every step forward, you're taking ten steps back. Discouraging is an understatement, to say the least.
A week passes, and the death toll rises. It's really starting to look bleak. You constantly second-guess yourself, and even get into a fistfight with your new ally one night. It's getting to the point where you are working on fumes.
Then, unexpectedly, you get a phone call. It's been a long night, and the sun is beginning to rise above the mountains, when it happens.
You and the scientist are not the only ones looking for a cure. In fact, there are at least a dozen others-and they think they may be close to a breakthrough.
But-and you can't believe you're hearing this, after all of the failure you'd experienced throughout this blight-they need your help.]
[To say that the end of last week sucked would be an understatement. To say that no one knows what this week will bring is not even in question. Yet even as you wake, you feel a cloud lift from your mind, as one of the truths you've been living with since the beginning has suddenly changed.]

[But is it possible to abide by this new truth? The Hosts, and IT beyond, seem intent on making that impossible. And the rat...well. Obviously the rat's not an ally. Let's not kid ourselves.
There's only one way to find out if more deaths can truly be prevented-and that's to keep going, and hoping that the new floor that has opened up will offer something in the way of an opportunity.
In the meantime.
There are 11 strangers left in this place.]
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Only one, though. And it's rather drowned out by the van's song and his sheer bafflement.]
What, they didn't tell you she was here?
[He just gestured at Kurama and Lala, with that.]
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[Sorry, busy getting literally tackled. Oof.]
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And you might want to warn her that Akira is driving the van.
[Just. Rubbing the bridge of his nose.]
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[His tone is very gentle with Lala even as he loyally defends his boyfriend's skills.]
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[But before he does... a question.]
What do you mean with the rhythm?
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With everything about schedules and timing and synchronization? As well, when I had that problem with the TV, the ticking became stronger and more prominent. I'm fairly sure it's all one with the static and the red fog, part of IT's influence.
I didn't realize you didn't know.
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[Really extra double-mega-ultra-creepifying, which is why he actually shudders, and not in a theatrical way at all.]
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Yes. Exactly. My personal theory is that it's partly a form of immersion therapy. It's not supposed to drive us crazy constantly noticing it. It's supposed to be so ever-present that we start to tune it out, and fall into line with it without noticing.
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I'm afraid so. There's also a constant feeling of being watched. And worse than that, for me at least, is that the red fog's foothold in my mind is still there.
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So even that much of an execution didn't get rid of it... but that means this place is basically self-contained, right? If even the... local... hereafter is infested. Contaminated? You know what I mean.
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I'm not sure self-contained is the word. I was told the other dead, those from the train and mansion, were chased to where we are now.
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[He really doesn't like the implications here....]
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[By sending them home, had they just doomed everyone who'd been shoved onto the plane as a hostage?]
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We're still here, so there's still hope.
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