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Unless we're escaping, that is.

I'm surprised I even remembered what happened to me that quickly, considering the fact that Dixie basically poisoned us with some gas to make us go to sleep.

But anyways, on the good side of all this, Alejandro's here, and I can finally talk to him!

"Well, actually... you all can just go to bed honestly." Dixie changes her mind.

"But... you just made us wake up..?" Courtney groans, I can tell she had a rough sleep.

"Yeahhh but, I don't really feel like making you all do anything right now so... off to sleep you go!" She beams, shooing Courtney away. Courtney rolls her eyes as she trudges off.

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HEATHER KASUGA

"Holy..." I immediately sit up on my bed, instinctively rubbing my eyes.

For some reason, the memories of everything just hit me like a brick.

From the train, all the way back to us forming our alliance.

It feels like I've just been... refreshed on everything.

I finally rub my eyes to my satisfaction, and peek over at Alejandro.

Still sleeping peacefully.

It makes me wonder, where was he yesterday when the whole train incident went down?

God, I hope Dixie wasn't doing something to him again.

I really need to talk to him about that, and about the realization that I made yesterday.

That our deaths could possibly be... planned.

It's a crazy assumption, but considering Dixie's words, she's mentioned a bunch of times how me, Duncan, Courtney, and Alejandro aren't supposed to die yet.

Or just, things of that nature.

While I was asleep, I think my brain was working really hard because I realized...

Why is Geoff here?

He was not apart of World Tour.

Did Dixie make a mistake?

No, she's Dixie, and knowing Dixie..

I know that Geoff is here for a reason.

I sigh. I think I'm gonna go check up on Courtney.

I get up fron my bed and stretch, being tied to that train track really took a toll on my bones.

I head over to Courtney's bunk and start climbing, something I'm now used to because of how many times I've did it.

I make it to her bed and invite myself to sit on her covers, as she's in her usual spot writing in her diary, of course.

"Morning journalist." I peep.

"Morning Heather, I see you have nothing better to do."

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