"𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛."

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟹

"𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 ----"
𝙼𝚢 𝙲𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊'𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚍.
"𝙽𝚘," 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍. "𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊. 𝚆𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢!"
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝙳, 𝙸 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 
𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛."𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚊," 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍." 𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗."
"𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚝," 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚊. "𝚆𝚎'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎, 𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝙳𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚆𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙸𝙳 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜---"
𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝," 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, "𝚠𝚎'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛---"
"𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗," 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍."𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝙳 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸𝚏 𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚘𝚋, 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞."
𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚣, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍.
"𝙾𝚔𝚊𝚢, 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚏. 𝚆𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢."
𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙷 𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙽𝚄𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷𝚆𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙳𝙲 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎-𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐.
𝙰 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙸𝚃𝙾𝚁 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔. "𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎," 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍. "𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢."
𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍. "𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐."
𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚒a 𝙻𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚣, 𝙵𝙱𝙸 𝙰𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚖'𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗.
"𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝙵𝙱𝙸 𝙰𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙸𝙳?" 𝙲𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍.
"𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚙. 𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝙱𝙸 𝙰𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢,"
𝚆𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚡 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜-𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢. 𝚆𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎
𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛.
"𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 ," 𝙲𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍.
"𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐," 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍. "𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎."
"𝚃𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚘?"
"𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚜?"
𝚆𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚕𝚊'𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔. "𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜?"
"𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙰𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜!" 𝙾𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝙼𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏𝚏, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝙸𝙳 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐.
"𝙾𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊, 𝙵𝙱𝙸 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚙," 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍."𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕."
"𝙲𝙸𝙰?" 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕'𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢. "𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍---𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐,"
𝙱𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. " 𝚆𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.
𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊'𝚊𝚖."
𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. "𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊 𝙱𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙵𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚠 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝙸𝙰 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚘 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎."𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍.
"𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞?" "𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚢."
"𝙳𝚛. 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝙱𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕, 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝙱𝙸 𝙰𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚊𝚝.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎, 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚊 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚘, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚠 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢."
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝙸𝙰 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕. "𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚜-𝚠𝚊𝚜--𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚞𝚗𝚝, 𝙲𝚊𝚝," 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜."𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛?"
"𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝙸𝚏 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘," 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍.
"𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝?" 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍.
"𝙸... 𝙲𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜... 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍."
𝙲𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍. " 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚢 𝙱𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜."