"What? Wait a minute!" The unexpected words which the chef suddenly said, left Fred in a state of shock that couldn't be measured by the tension in the kitchen or his racing heartbeat. The balance of everything was thrown off.
'We will soon die? Me? Or Them? Or both of us? Or the whole Cooks?'
"Mr. Nicolas," the chef murmured with guilt in his eyes and shame etched on his face, as he lowered his head. He knew he had let slip information that should not have been revealed. "I understand that you're shocked, confused, and undoubtedly scared. But perhaps, if we work together, we can escape this fate."
Before the chef could finish his words, he looked up and realized Fred had vanished from sight. "Where did he go?" he asked, turning to the others, who shared his surprise.
"He disappeared into thin air as soon as you started speaking," they all exclaimed in astonishment.
"But... we... we need him!" the chef exclaimed in panic.
