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I knew that new outpost referred to the crypt but had secretly hoped Walter might have meant something else.
It took a good two hours for him to move back all of his machines. The materializer, the cool boxes with our bodies inside - only after several hours everything was back at the place where it was built. The crypt is crammed with all the stuff and there is hardly any air to breathe. But that might also be due to the fact that we are six feet under. Those that usually stay in here don't have to breathe anyway.
The group has decided on leaving during the night to make sure we don't have any unwanted witnesses.
Being back inside an Afterlife body is a weird feeling but Walter did a good job recreating me. Apart from a few tiny details like the missing mole I usually carry above my right knee, this copy could even deceive my own parents.