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Taco can't sleep. The day had been exhausting, between sneaking into the hotel, seeing everyone again (or rather, letting them see her), dying and coming back to life for the last time, watching a conceited CEO explode. Losing Mepad. But despite the torpidity that fills her body, her mind won't let her rest. It scrambles through thought after thought, regret after regret, possibility after possibility. Could she have gotten Pickle's forgiveness, if only she'd given a better apology? How had she never realized she had no life outside of the game? Was there a way they could have saved everyone? Could Mepad have remained with them? What had Cobs done to him?
She pulls her arms out and stares up at the moon. She needs to get away. She needs to get up and do something that isn't stewing about the day's events. There's no way for her to go back in time to redo her discussion with Pickle, shake herself out of her stupidity, or shoot that conniving corn cob before he has a chance to build that miserable 'Me' machine. At the very least, not unless Test Tube were to decide to make yet another time machine. But Taco can at least answer one of her questions.