After dinner at the family restaurant, Sam wanted to check a few more places that Wes had presumably visited and where he could have become infected with the Darkness. Alex and Dean had no objections to this, noticing with what fervor Sam did not want to allow new victims to appear. Every time Sam said that they needed to prevent new victims from appearing due to the influence of Amara's powers, Alex and Dean could only nod.
Dean didn't know why, but he felt that Amara had nothing to do with what was happening in Hope Springs. But he had enough common sense not to voice such thoughts. Dean knew that if he voiced his thoughts on the matter, Sam would start his usual tirade about how his connection with Amara had begun to influence him more strongly.
And so Dean preferred to continue investigating this case in order to get to the truth and understand whether Amara was really involved in this, or whether, as Sam had said, they had stupidly missed a small fragment of the Darkness.
Exiting the family restaurant first, Dean got into his Impala and looked at Sam, who was trying to figure out where they should go first. Sitting in the Impala, Dean slightly leaned out the window to make Sam hurry up. But as soon as Dean leaned out the window a little, cigar smoke hit him in the face.
Waving the smoke away, Dean turned his head toward Alex, who was smoking nearby, leaning against the Impala. Stretching out his arm, Dean hit Alex on the arm to drive him farther away. Receiving a hit on the arm, Alex turned to Dean and immediately hit him back on the arm.
Dean looked at Alex with a blank gaze and then hit him on the arm again. Alex clenched the thin cigar between his teeth and began hitting Dean back. Receiving several hits on the arm, Dean leaned even farther out the window of his Impala and began fighting back.
Sam, who was trying at that moment to understand where and how Wes Cooper could have become infected, heard strange sounds. Looking away from his phone screen, Sam raised his gaze and sighed heavily. He saw Alex and Dean fighting like two children trying to defend their point of view.
Sighing heavily, Sam put his phone in his pocket, walked around the Impala, and paid no attention to the two adult idiots. Sitting in the passenger seat of the Impala, Sam stretched out his arm and pressed the horn, and the car let out a loud honk that made Alex and Dean stop.
"Dude, how many times have I told you not to touch my Baby while I'm driving," Dean said, turning his head toward Sam.
"Since you've finished acting like children, maybe we can go? We need to have time to visit a couple of places," Sam said, ignoring Dean and showing him the marked places on his phone.
Dean began grumbling under his breath, but he still looked at the addresses that Sam had marked on the map. By this time, Alex had already climbed into the back seat of the Impala and, leaning on the driver's seat where Dean was sitting, was also looking at the screen of Sam's phone. Gesturing slightly with his finger, Dean was trying to understand the route he needed to take.
Understanding where they needed to go, Dean turned away and started the Impala's engine. Driving away from the family restaurant, Dean headed to the place that Sam had marked on the map. After a short drive, Dean parked the Impala at the edge of the forest. When the Impala stopped, Sam got out of the car first and checked the witness statements. Alex and Dean got out of the Impala after Sam and also looked at the edge of the forest in front of them.
"Can you remind me again why we came here?" Dean asked, closing the doors of the Impala.
"Wes's wife said that he ran in this place several times a week. But before he shot himself in the head, he stopped doing it," Sam said, placing the folder with documents on the seat and closing the doors of the Impala.
"Sam, do you think Wes picked up this infection in the forest?" Alex asked, bringing the thin cigar to his lips.
"I think so… We checked all the places where Wes had been. And we found nothing… I'm still not sure if this is a coincidence or not. But it's better to check everything," Sam said, nodding his head and turning his head toward Alex.
"Alright. Then let's check. If we don't find anything, we'll return to the motel, and we'll think there," Dean said, removing his tie and unbuttoning his jacket.
Taking off his jacket, Dean threw it on the driver's seat and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. The last thing he wanted was to wander around the forest in a suit. Alex did the same, removing his jacket and red tie. Seeing what Alex and Dean were doing, Sam also took off his jacket, remaining in just his shirt.
Preparing just in case, Alex, Dean, and Sam began walking along the forest trail that the locals used for evening jogs. Alex, Dean, and Sam spent several hours wandering through the forest and even met several locals who were doing their evening jogs.
After asking a few questions to the locals they met, they understood that these people were also acquainted with Wes and occasionally crossed paths with him during evening jogs. The man they stopped during his jog wasn't very surprised to meet feds in this place. After all, rumors had spread quickly around the town during the time Alex, Dean, and Sam had been visiting the places where Wes had been.
"If that's all, Agent, then I still need to get home and take a shower after my jog," Ethan said, preparing to continue running.
"One more question. Have you noticed anything unusual in the last few days? Maybe strange smells like sulfur or perhaps some strange fog?" Sam asked with interest, looking at Ethan.
"Hmm… There seems to have been something like that…" Ethan said thoughtfully, looking in the opposite direction of the trail, as if remembering something strange.
"What exactly?" Sam asked, looking in the direction Ethan was looking.
"I don't know how to explain it. But yesterday evening during my jog… On the trail I usually run on, there was a very strange fog. And there was such a smell in the air… how to put it… It smelled like sulfur. I thought it was some kind of leak, so I ran a different trail," Ethan said with doubt in his voice, looking at Sam.
Hearing Ethan's words, Sam turned his head and looked at Alex and Dean, who were standing off to the side. Sam looked at the two of them with a gaze that said: "I told you so." Dean only frowned because this strange fog that infected people with the Darkness had appeared again.
Alex only slightly stroked his chin, thinking about something completely different. At that moment, Alex was trying to understand why the fog. And very quickly Alex found the reason why Chuck was once again using fog to infect people with the Darkness. Alex couldn't help but laugh at the fact that Chuck was using strange Fog like one rather famous horror writer.
Alex quickly hid his smile and nodded to Sam, letting him know that he should ask Ethan where he had seen this fog. Sam nodded his head and turned to Ethan, who was telling them about the strange fog he had seen yesterday evening.
"Where exactly did this happen?" Sam asked in a calm tone, looking at Ethan.
"If you go along this trail, Agents, you'll reach a fork…" Ethan began explaining, pointing in the direction.
After explaining the direction, Ethan said goodbye and continued his jog, running further along the trail. When Ethan had run far enough away, Sam turned to Alex and Dean, suggesting they check the place Ethan had told them about. Without objecting, Alex and Dean followed Sam.
Following the path they had been shown, Alex, Dean, and Sam reached the place where, according to Ethan, he had seen the strange fog that smelled of sulfur. Stopping, Alex and Dean didn't feel any smell of sulfur that should have been hanging in the air. But Sam still suggested looking around just in case to finally make sure that it was exactly in this place that the strange fog had been.
Spending another hour examining the area, they found nothing. And by this time it had become quite dark in the forest, making it difficult to see anything without flashlights. Finding nothing that would indicate the strange fog, Alex, Dean, and Sam were going to return to the motel and discuss what they had managed to find out.
Returning to the Impala fairly quickly, Alex, Dean, and Sam drove back to the motel. Before returning to the motel, Dean decided to grab a small snack at the diner. Returning to the motel, they began discussing what they had managed to find out during their investigation, including the eyewitness who had seen the strange fog.
Listening to Dean and Sam's discussion, Alex calmly drank his beer, looking out the window. Sensing a strange presence in the town, Alex closed one eye and saw thick gray fog beginning to spread through the forest, moving toward the house of Officer Jen, whom they had met in the police station that day.
Alex saw Jen and her husband Art arriving at their house after an evening date at the restaurant. Watching as Jen and Art got out of the car, with thick fog approaching them from behind, Alex knew that he could save this married couple. But he also knew that Chuck was currently watching Hope Springs too closely, since he had chosen this place for his spectacular appearance as a savior.
Alex understood that if he intervened, Chuck would notice it, and there would be only two outcomes: either he would start acting more aggressively and immediately send fog over the entire town, or he would hide again and revise his plans for a spectacular appearance, but already in another place.
Tapping his finger on the table, Alex, as always, faced a dilemma. Save people and sacrifice his plans, or do nothing. After a short reflection, Alex decided to intervene, but in such a way that it would look like it was going according to Chuck's plan.
While Alex was busy thinking, Jen and Art got out of the car with joyful smiles. Preparing to enter the house, Art and Jen saw the thick fog creeping up on them from behind. Seeing this fog, Jen asked her husband Art to get back in the car while she reported it to the station. Art frowned and stepped onto the porch. Jen took her service phone from the car and began contacting the dispatcher at the station.
Art wanted to object that it was just fog and there was no need to worry about it. But Jen looked at her husband with the kind of gaze all wives give their husbands, making it clear that there was no room for objections. Art rolled his eyes with a smile and asked Jen to hurry up and come back inside.
Watching Art leave, a smile also appeared on Jen's face. Shaking her head, Jen decided to quickly contact the dispatcher at the station and then go inside. After contacting the dispatcher, Jen didn't notice how the thick fog had already come close enough and touched her legs.
At the same moment, Jen began coughing heavily, as if she was suffocating. Black veins began to spread across Jen's arms and neck, and her gaze became empty and melancholic. Throwing the phone on the grass, Jen walked over to her police car and took a shotgun out of it.
Holding the shotgun in her hands, Jen headed toward her house. Entering the house, Jen headed to their marital bedroom. Going up to the second floor, Jen pushed the door. When the door opened, Art didn't even have time to speak before Jen fired. At the very last moment, the shotgun barrel jerked, and instead of the shot hitting Art in the face, the shot hit him in the shoulder.
Receiving the wound, Art immediately grabbed his bleeding shoulder and screamed loudly. Jen racked the slide and aimed at Art's head again. And again a shot sounded in the marital bedroom. The shotgun barrel jerked again at the last moment, and the fired shot hit the floor next to Art's head. While Jen was racking the slide of her shotgun, Art managed with his last strength to push Jen away from him with his foot.
Jen staggered slightly, catching herself on the couch. When Jen fell to the floor, Art, holding his bleeding shoulder, ran out of the house. Holding the car keys in his bloody hands, Art barely managed to climb into the car. Overcoming the pain and dizziness from blood loss, Art barely managed to insert the keys into the ignition and start the engine.
When the car's engine started, the headlights turned on. The headlights illuminated the porch of the house. Enduring the pain from the shot in his shoulder, Art raised his gaze and saw Jen standing on the porch in the headlights, clutching a shotgun in her hands. At that moment, Art didn't understand what had happened to his wife, and what kind of strange marks had appeared on her body.
And the pain from the shot hitting his shoulder and the blood loss clouded all of Art's thoughts, and he simply couldn't think about anything else except getting away. Art slammed the car into reverse and floored it backward; he needed to make it to the hospital before he bled out completely. Art didn't know what had happened to his wife; he only thought about escaping.
Backing up, Art continued to look at Jen, who was standing on the porch of their house, clutching the shotgun in her hands. He saw that the eyes of his eternally joyful wife were now cloudy and full of melancholy, as if she had lost the meaning of life. Turning the car around, Art began to drive away, watching in the rearview mirror his wife, whom he no longer recognized.
Watching as Art's car drove away, Alex smiled slightly and stopped tapping on the table. He had tried to do everything so that Chuck wouldn't notice any interference in his plans, and he had succeeded. Making one more final touch so that Art wouldn't die from blood loss before arriving at the hospital, Alex opened one eye.
After waiting a couple of moments, Alex made sure that Chuck hadn't suddenly decided to kill Art on the way to the hospital, and took a deep breath. Exhaling, Alex took a sip of beer and reached for a thin cigar. Bringing the thin cigar to his lips, Alex was about to light it.
"If you're going to smoke, do it outside. Or at least open the window," Sam said before Alex could light it.
"Alright…" Alex said, rising to open the window.
Opening the window, Alex sat back down and lit the thin cigar, listening to Dean and Sam's conversation in the background as they continued discussing what they had managed to find out. Listening to Dean and Sam's conversation, Alex reached for his phone and opened the family chat. He understood that nothing would happen until tomorrow, so he could devote this time to communicating with his family.
Opening the family chat, Alex saw photos of the girls from a strange place that looked like a very luxurious resort. Looking at these photos, Alex pursed his lips because all his wives had decided to have a family vacation. And all his wives had gone to a luxurious spa resort in another world, and they had done it without him. With the exception of Lucina, Wednesday, Enid, Alice, Samantha, and Doll, who had gone to Forks to visit the Cullen family.
Looking at the photos of his wives in swimsuits, sipping cocktails with relaxed faces, Alex could only purse his lips and mentally complain. Unable to resist, Alex wrote in the family chat, and in response he received a reply that this was a vacation only for the girls, and they would bring him a souvenir.
Exhaling, Alex sent an eye-rolling emoji and then wished the girls a good rest. Alex only complained that his wives had gone on vacation without him, but in reality he had no objections to how his family was spending their time. On the contrary, he was very glad that all his wives could get together and go to another world to spend time at an elite spa resort.
Looking through the photos of the girls from the spa resort, Alex was surprised that Erina, Alice, and Hisako had gone to such a place. After all, he knew that these three preferred not to close their restaurant. But the one Alex definitely didn't expect to see in one of the photos was Yog with her usual blank expression, in a black swimsuit and holding a large bowl of ice cream in her hands.
Alex wasn't even going to ask how his wives had managed to drag such a being as Yog to a spa resort. After all, the only thing he could think about was that the girls had somehow bribed Yog with sweets.
"What are you looking at there?" Dean asked, sitting down opposite Alex and holding a bottle of beer in his hands.
"Texting with the girls. Asking them how things are in Forks," Alex said, placing his phone on the table screen down.
"And how are things there? And why did they decide to go to Forks in the first place?" Sam asked, sitting down at the table.
"Alice suggested visiting her family. And the girls decided to go with her, they had nothing else to do anyway… But I think it's connected to a completely different reason," Alex said with a smile, shaking his head.
"What reason? You mentioned something about Rosalie being pregnant… So they went for the birth? Or whatever it's called?" Dean asked with interest, throwing his feet up on the neighboring chair.
"No, it's still too early for the birth. I think they're interested in how the love triangle between Bella, Edward, and Jacob is progressing," Alex said with a grin, not hiding the amusement in his eyes.
Dean immediately remembered who Alex was talking about, and a smile immediately appeared on his face. Even after so much time, Dean still continued to be amused by this strange romantic love triangle. Sam didn't immediately remember who Alex was talking about, but a moment later a crooked smile appeared on his face.
After all, from time to time during dinner at the bunker, such a topic had come up in the past. Dean immediately picked up the topic of conversation and decided to find out how that love triangle between Bella, Edward, and Jacob was going now. Hearing his brother's question, Sam looked at Dean, once again surprised by how much he loved gossip.
Sam didn't show it on his face, but he was also interested in hearing the latest details. After all, something like this could only be seen in romantic books for teenagers, which he would definitely never touch. Alex, Dean, and Sam continued sitting until late at night, drinking beer and talking about various little things.
The next morning they were woken up by Sam's phone, which kept ringing. Opening his eyes, Sam reached for the phone and answered the call. Still being sleepy, Sam didn't immediately recognize the caller's voice. But when the caller said who he was, Sam opened his eyes and sat up on the bed.
Asking why the sheriff was calling him, Sam frowned slightly upon hearing the reason for the call. After listening to the sheriff, Sam said that they would be there soon. Ending the conversation with the sheriff, Sam got out of bed and began waking Alex and Dean. When Alex and Dean woke up, Sam explained to them what had happened. Dean immediately frowned upon hearing that the smiling female officer he had seen yesterday had decided to shoot her husband.
Alex also expressed shock, although in reality he knew everything. But he had been expecting this call since yesterday evening. And that was why he had stayed up with Dean and Sam until late at night. Quickly getting dressed, Alex followed Dean and Sam outside. Getting into the Impala, Dean started the engine and drove to the scene of the incident.
Quickly reaching Jen and Art's house, they saw several patrol cars and the sheriff himself near the house. Parking the car, Dean got out first, and Alex and Sam followed him.
"Sorry for calling you so early in the morning, Agents," the sheriff said, approaching Alex, Dean, and Sam.
"No, no, it's fine. Better tell us what happened," Sam said, raising his hand to show that everything was okay.
"Yesterday we had a complete mess. At night all communication simply disappeared. Communication returned only in the morning, and a call came to the station from the hospital," the sheriff said with a serious expression on his face.
"What call from the hospital?" Dean asked, looking at the house behind the sheriff.
"It turned out that the wounded Art Harris showed up there at night with a bullet in his shoulder. He lost a lot of blood and lost consciousness right on the threshold of the hospital. They saved him, but due to the large blood loss he is still unconscious. And Jen didn't come to work in the morning," the sheriff said, explaining what had happened that night.
Hearing about what had happened yesterday evening, Dean and Sam understood why they hadn't been called. And they immediately understood what was what. After all, when an entire town had been engulfed in fog sent by Amara, a similar situation had occurred. Communication in that town also hadn't worked, and it had been impossible to contact anyone.
Alex, on the other hand, was surprised that communication throughout the entire town had suddenly disappeared and only appeared in the morning. But now he understood why no one had called them until morning. And Alex knew that what was going to happen next would be quite bad. Sighing, Alex leaned against the medical examiner's van and lit a cigarette.
At that moment, Sam and Dean were thinking about why the Fog appeared and disappeared and affected only one person instead of covering the entire town. Sam was trying to find the reason why this was happening. But Dean only became even more convinced that this fog was definitely not controlled by Amara.
After all, he knew that if she had wanted to arrange a massacre, she would have sent the Fog over the entire town instead of infecting just one person. Dean wanted to ask Amara if she had done this. But in recent days he hadn't been able to contact her through their strange connection. And so he didn't know if Amara had done this or someone else.
"Do you think it was Officer Harris who shot her husband?" Alex asked with interest, leaning against the medical examiner's van.
"I don't want to believe it. But we found her service shotgun with her fingerprints and bullet holes in their room," the sheriff said in a tired tone, shaking his head from side to side.
"And Officer Harris herself… She…" Sam said, trying to choose the right words.
"I don't know if this is fortunate or not… But she's missing. We are currently conducting a search, I have already given orders to start the search," the sheriff said in a tired tone, rubbing his forehead from a headache.
"When was the last time you spoke with her? It seems like yesterday everything was fine with her. There was nothing like this in her behavior," Sam asked, remembering Jen's behavior yesterday during their conversation.
"Yesterday before the communication disappeared. Harris contacted the dispatcher… She was talking about some strange fog or something like that. I don't understand what the weather has to do with her," the sheriff began explaining from memory, shifting his gaze to Sam.
"Sheriff, contact the dispatcher… Let them report similar cases to us," Alex said, extending a business card toward the sheriff.
"Are you serious?" the sheriff asked, taking the business card from Alex's hands.
"It's better to be on guard, Sheriff," Dean intervened, making it clear that it was better not to ask unnecessary questions.
The sheriff nodded understandingly and put the business card in his pocket. Finishing speaking, the sheriff stepped aside to talk with the officer who was examining Jen and Art's house. Alex, Dean, and Sam were going to discuss what had happened when the sheriff returned to them with a suggestion to return to the station, since they could track the service car through the installed tracker.
Exchanging glances, Alex, Dean, and Sam agreed to go to the station. Getting into the Impala, they drove after the sheriff's car. On the way, they discussed what had happened that night. Dean couldn't help but say that it looked very strange that the fog infected only one person and then disappeared. Sam agreed with his brother, considering it also very strange.
After all, in the past such fog had covered the entire town instead of infecting people selectively. Alex listened to Dean and Sam's discussion with a lazy expression on his face, inserting leading comments that only Dean could understand. Arriving at the police station, Sam followed the sheriff to help him track Jen Harris's car.
Alex and Dean went to get themselves some coffee. Pouring themselves coffee, Alex and Dean returned to Sam. At that time, Sam was sitting at the sheriff's computer, trying to track Harris's car. Alex placed the coffee next to Sam, who nodded his head, continuing to type on the keyboard while the sheriff stood behind him.
"Sheriff… Matt and Emmy called. They say some strange fog is descending from Jasper Hills. And it's moving straight toward the town," the officer said, who had just answered the call.
When the officer's words sounded, Sam froze in place and raised his gaze to Dean. Dean himself frowned, understanding that the situation had suddenly worsened in the worst possible way. The sheriff was very confused, because literally some time ago there had been a conversation about fog. Alex closed his eyes to see what was happening. He saw thick gray fog descending from the mountains and slowly moving toward the town.
Alex again felt the same thing as yesterday evening when he had watched Art and Jen. The fog emanated a very familiar disgusting sensation that he would definitely not confuse with anything else. Opening his eyes, Alex clicked his tongue, once again convinced that Chuck had become too carried away imitating one famous horror writer.
"Urgently inform people to lock themselves in their houses. Let them tightly close the doors and windows. And most importantly, tell everyone not to even think about approaching the fog," Dean said in a serious tone, turning to the dispatcher officer.
"Wait, Agent. What the hell are you talking about?" the sheriff intervened, hearing Dean's words.
"We have already seen similar fog in the past. Wes, Deputy Sheriff Harris, they all became infected with something from this fog… You think I've gone crazy…" Dean quickly began explaining, making it clear that they didn't have much time.
"No, we need to call the CDC," the sheriff said, starting to look for his phone.
"They won't have time to arrive. So we need to act quickly and protect the civilians," Alex intervened, not giving the sheriff the opportunity to do anything stupid.
The sheriff looked at Alex and Dean, and they both nodded, making it clear that there was no time to waste. The sheriff frowned, but looked at the police officers and gave the order to start an emergency call to all residents so that they would do as Dean had said.
All the officers in the station immediately began calling residents, informing them of the situation that was about to happen in the town. At that time, Sam had managed to track Officer Harris's car. Seeing the route it was taking, Sam frowned.
"I found Harris. It seems she's heading here," Sam said, pointing his finger at the monitor.
"Why is she coming here?" the sheriff asked with a frown, leaning in to look at the screen.
"We'll find out now. We'll take care of Harris, and you, Sheriff, do as we said. And quickly. We don't have much time," Dean said, starting to leave.
Dean walked past Alex and patted him on the shoulder, suggesting he follow him. Alex nodded and followed Dean outside. Leaving the police station, Alex, Dean, and Sam saw Jen Harris sitting in her car and not intending to get out.
Exchanging glances, Alex, Dean, and Sam understood what they needed to do. Alex and Dean began cautiously approaching the police car in which Jen was sitting. And at that time, Sam was busy asking passersby to go into the police station. Slowly approaching Officer Harris's car, Alex gave Dean a signal that she needed to be caught, not killed.
Dean nodded, agreeing with Alex, because they had a way to save people infected with the Darkness. The officer Harris sitting in the car slowly turned her head and, seeing Dean, began to get out of the car. Alex and Dean stopped, seeing that Harris had a pistol in her hands.
"I tried to kill myself… But… A voice… That voice wouldn't let me do it… That voice kept repeating that I had to deliver a message to you, Dean Winchester," Jen began to say, looking straight at Dean.
"A voice? What voice? A woman's? Is it Amara?" Dean began to ask cautiously, slowly approaching Jen.
"I don't know… I don't know… This terrible buzzing in my head, it's driving me crazy… The voice ordered me to kill my husband… And to watch myself from the side…" Jen said slowly, clutching her head as if suffering from a severe headache.
"Listen, this is an infection. We know how to deal with it. Just lower your weapon, and we'll help you," Sam said carefully, taking small steps toward Jen.
"No… This is not an infection… This is a nightmare… All of this is meaningless… Everything around is meaningless," Jen said in a heavy tone, raising the pistol with a trembling hand.
As soon as Jen raised the pistol, Alex rushed forward. Finding himself next to Jen, Alex kicked the pistol, knocking it out of her hands. Knocking the pistol out of Jen's hands, Alex grabbed her by the arm and threw her to the ground, not letting her move. Seeing how Alex had quickly disarmed Jen, Dean raised his thumb up, putting the pistol behind his back.
Sam immediately ran up to Alex and pulled the handcuffs from Jen's belt, starting to put them on Jen's hands herself. Jen began to struggle and scream loudly, repeating that this was the end. While Alex and Sam were busy not letting Jen break free, Dean shifted his gaze toward the mountains. And at that same moment, Dean's eyes widened at what he saw.
"Guys… I recommend you hurry up," Dean said, lowering his gaze to Alex and Sam.
Alex and Sam turned their heads and saw a huge thick gray cloud of fog that was approaching the town very quickly. All the residents of the town of Hope Springs froze in place at that moment, looking at this cloud of fog. Understanding that there was almost no time left, Alex and Sam lifted Jen and began dragging her into the police station.
Dean looked at this cloud of thick fog for another moment and shouted for everyone to immediately go into the police station. The sheriff, who had come out of the station, seeing what was happening, froze in place not only because of the cloud of fog, but also because of the condition of Jen herself, whom Alex and Sam were dragging.
To be continued...
(Wow, we're finally getting to the point where Dean can find out the truth. I've been feeling like a jerk this whole time for making Alex hide the truth from his friend. After all, Alex and Dean are Best Friends Forever. It's so annoying. I won't say it again. Ugh. Okay, now let's get down to business. The finale is just around the corner. So, let's wait and prepare for what's to come. And I'm going to go get something to eat. Peace, love, and Bestо Friendо.)
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