PART ELEVEN

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Meanwhile, Zubin was fuming.

What the hell was Andrew doing?! Didn't he care about his friend Zubin?

Zubin looked around the white place he was in, desperate to find an exit, to no success.

He needed to come up with a plan.

Andrew took back control for a little, correct?

All he would have to do is push back.

But not when Andrew over here is wallowing in pity.

Zubin has to do it right when Andrew least expects it.

Maybe that'll work.

Maybe he'll live again!

He wasn't fuming anymore, he was laughing.
He had his whole life ahead of him, and it was so easy!

Who cares if he died?

Wait.

What about Ross?

Did they kill him?

Now he has two things he has to check on. If Ross is dead, and if he can take back Andrew's body.

He could really do this!

He could do this without all the pain and guilt that he basically trapped his friend into what happened to himself out of spite and selfishness.

Oh.

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