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『 jennifer 』
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DELORES RAN AHEAD of Five, wanting to be back in her original timeline, even if she was going to be shot at. The moment the subway doors opened, she darted out of that metal tube.
She pushed through the turnstile, letting out a small yelp as her left arm that was wounded brushed against the metal of the turnstile, rushing into the place they first were thrown at.
Delores rushed up the stairs, and looked around the empty space where they had arrived again.
A few specks of Delores's dried blood were on the ground where she had sat before.
Delores then was met with just blank tile walls staring back at her. No stairs. No exit.
"Five!" Delores yelled in a panic, as he rushed through the turnstile chasing after her.
Her breath was quick in a pant from all the running and pacing on the train for the past twenty minutes. She looked over her shoulder at Five.
"What?" Five asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked around the blank area of the subway station, "No- Shit." he cursed, looking around.
"Make me sneeze." Delores immediately turned to face him, her body close to him.
He stared blankly back at her— how the hell was he supposed to do that?
"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Five asked, speaking what rattled in his mind at her words.
Delores didn't know, but her green eyes were wide and frantic to get back to her original timeline. Delores used her right arm which was perfectly fine and held onto his arm.
Five sighed. What was he going to do? Neither of them had their powers under control.
He looked around awkwardly, before lifting his hand and gently brushing his finger under her nose, a questioning look on his face.
Delores's face scrunched up as she quickly inhaled air, before letting out a sneeze, pulling them into another pink hue of a portal.
Five and Delores then were thrown right back into the gunfire of the town— and in a way, she was relieved.
She wanted to be back. She did not want to be stuck in time whatsoever.
