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"What should we do?" Atlas asked.

You turned around and gave him a confused look. The street lamps buzzed loudly. The extreme white light against the darkness of the street made you dizzy. It has been a long day, full of horrendous events one after another. You shrugged at Atlas, unsure of where he was going.

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Atlas brushed his hair with his fingers. "I mean, don't you think we're next?"

"What?"

"We were the only ones who believed something was up with the forest—or at least what had happened to that part of town. Do you still think these were just strange coincidences?"

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"I don't know Atlas! I can't think straight right now; I'm going home." -- Page 336

"Okay, Atlas. What do you want me to do?" -- Page 293