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               Enoch ran into his room, and by the time he was done helping Claire he only had 20 minutes left to pack. "Emma !!", he yelled. You could hear her lead boots as she clonked down the stairs.

          "When you are done packing get your boat ready. We have to leave soon", he said, his accent thick with worry, though no one can tell when he's worried. He always has his aggravated and nonchalant resting face.

       Emma was confused and surprised. "How did you know that I had a boat?" she said." It'd be better if I explained it later, Emma. Now do as I ask, Miss Peregrine left me in charge", Enoch replied. "And I don't have to explain myself to you." He looked  annoyed and slightly angry. When Enoch was angry he was dangerous and no one wanted that, especially now. Something important was happening and no one, except Enoch, knew what it was.

         So without another word she left. None of the other children had ever seen him more angered than usual but they didn't need to know that. Enoch grabbed the case for his heart or the occasional brain and packed up his intestins, moving on to his clothes he took the most sturdy cloths and packed them around the case to provide padding. Then he bent over and picked up a box, if he were anyone else he would cry, but he wasn't so his eyes remained as dry  as the desert. 

            He opened the box to see pictures of every person that died because of him there are 183 in total, most were drawn because when his box started filling up, photographs didn't exist he had gotten very good at art since then. Dismissing the thoughts he looked at his watch there were 35 minutes until they were supposed to leave. He glanced at the image on the top of the pile ,his  first victim in second hand murder. It was Ms. Vulture the headmistress at his original loop, he has had 21 so far. each one of them as safe as the last, meaning not at all. 

           Shaking the thoughts out of his mind Enoch closed his pack and ran up the stairs to the kitchen grabbing all the non-perishables he could find (and food he thought Claire could eat) and stuffed them into a bag.  He then set his items next to the door. As he stood up he remembered a very important detail.

        it was time for the reset.

              Enoch ran up the stairs yelling "WE'RE LEAVING NOW IT'S TIME FOR RESET!!!" he ran into Horace and Millard's  room. " go run quick" he said pushing them out of the room. He ran through the hall telling them to leave. when he got outside he saw Fiona , Hugh , Millard , Wyn and  the twins.         

            He assumed that Emma had gone to get her boat but wait ...  "where's Claire?"Enoch asked it was Bronwyn who answered " she's still inside she forgot her rabbit."

              The rain started pouring down.

              WHAT 

               The german plains started flying in the air around them.

              CLAIRE

               Enoch turned around and ran yelling back to them "GO FIND EMMA AT THE BEACH" . He entered the house just as a particular plane flew overhead.

         "Claire !" Enoch yelled running up the stairs he saw her tiny feet scurry down the hall he scooped  her up and sprinted down the stairs for the door.

But they didn't make it. Just as they  left the staircase the bomb hit. Enoch heard it coming so he swiftly knelt down shielding Claire with his body 'not again' he thought 'Claire can't be 184' he could hear his shirt burning away and the fire make contact with his skin but he was so hyped up with adrenaline he couldn't feel it. As the flames roared he threw claire out of the open door and yelled "Go to the beach." And she ran.

             Enoch thought he had lived long enough 2,018 years to be exact , so he was fine with dying but only millard knew where they were going and he didn't know why or what to do when they got there. So he kinda had to escape.

             He then climbed up the chared and burning stairs and jumped out a window onto a tree.He climbed down and tore off the rest of his shirt. Oh right his shirt. crap no one had ever seen him shirtless it's not like he was ashamed he had a six pack and lots of muscle but he still didn't want to show it . He was the one who had to carry the corpses to their caskets.

              Enoch was almost to the beach when his adrenaline rush decided that it was a perfect time to stop. He was so close, He pushed himself up with his hands and got to his feet. Enoch painstakingly followed the path to the beach. It took a while but he arrived at his destination. He approached the children , when Claire saw him  she immediately  ran up to him and hugged him, crying about how she thought he died and that it was all her fault.This obviously made him uncomfortable  along with the pain of his wounds.So Enoch promptly collapsed  from pain and exhaustion,which shut Claire up but then sent her  into another round of hysterics.

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