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The water flows quietly and I'm sitting on the ground, trying to calm myself down.
In my head my thoughts are spiraling and I can't stop thinking of Walter and Clemens, wondering what they are doing right now and if they are even still...you know...alive.
With the knees pulled up to my chest, I stare at the door they had walked through just a few minutes ago. Silently I'm praying that it will just open and let my friends step through. But it's staying closed.
When is it my turn? Is there really no other option?
A familiar breeze glides over my arms, stroking the skin and I'm preparing myself for the following message we are about to receive.
"Come on," I hear Isa say softly and she offers a hand to help me get up.
I do so but continue to stare at the door. That stupid door.
The tree hums as the leaves rustle and shortly after, the voice is back.
