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[numberthree]

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Luther

Diego

Klaus

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Ben

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[numberthree]

Yeah. Do.

I want to know the moment we hear anything from the hospital, too.

[ There'd be time for everything that came after it, after that. After Klaus was out of the hopsital. After Vanya was out of pre-self-imposed prison. There's a want, exhausted somewhere in her bones, to think about sleep. But she can't yet. Not in this big, sterile bulding, with it's bright, floursecent lights that she'd seen last on a harmless, kind tour from Jacob, himself.

And now it was all sideways. She didn't even know if she could stay, or where she'd sleep if she did.
If she'd sleep at all tonight, before knowing really what was decided tomorrow morning.

But at least one of them could try.

She added another line and sent it, too. ] Good luck.