[Will Graham]: I looked up at the night sky there. Orion above the horizon and, near it, Jupiter. I wondered if you could see it, too. I wondered if our stars were the same.
[Hannibal]: I believe some of our stars will always be the same. You ent...
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When the Pogues arrived at Cousin Ricky's, JJ fled the truck to go knock on the door and the others scrambled to carry Pope. "Come on, buddy. We'll fix you up." Bridger told him and patted him on the chest.
"Ricky!" JJ banged on the screen door. "Ricky, hey, I got a problem! I know you're mad at me!"
"Remember that time you stole my ambulance?" Ricky shouted at him through the open door. He flipped JJ off and slammed it shut.
"Ricky!"
Bridger ran up to the door and started hitting it with his fist. "Hey, look man, I know what happened was fucked up, but, our friend's in trouble! He can't breathe!" He yelled.
"Please! We need help! He got stung by a wasp! He's having a reaction! Please help!" Sarah cried out.
JJ went back to harshly knocking on the door. John B and Kiara struggled to keep a hold on Pope, his face completely swollen and his breathing almost nonexistent.
"Dude, come on. Help us, please!" Bridger shouted again with another harsh knock on the door.
Ricky opened the front door with an annoyed huff. "Alright! Alright! Who can't breathe?"
"Look at him! Help my friend!" John B begged.
He stepped out of the way and Bridger and Sarah ran inside. "Hey, nice to meet you!" He quickly said without making eye contact.
"Nice to meet you. Sorry!" Sarah apologized and the two of them swiped everything off of the closest table. "Put him here!"
"You know I wouldn't have come to you if it wasn't an emergency." JJ said to Ricky and Kiara laid Pope down on the table. "Hang in there, buddy."
"What's wrong with him?"
"Wasps!" Sarah answered quickly.
"Wasps?" Ricky repeated.
"Yes!"
"Is he allergic to wasps?"
"Obviously!" "Clearly!" Kiara and Bridger yelled at once.
"Raise his legs!" JJ demanded loudly.
John B elevated Pope's legs. "What's his name?" Ricky asked another question.
"Pope."
"Hey, Pope." He stood over Pope. "Okay, hang tight. I gotta go get my kit."
"Hang tight? Ricky!" JJ yelled after him.
Bridger slapped him on the arm. "Go help him, now!" He barked.
Pope's wheezing increased, and he felt his heart rate quicken until his chest started hurting. "What the fuck's taking so long?" He hollered to Ricky and JJ.
