[Ib has spent the last three and a half days already aboard the cruise ship. It's been almost enough to convince her that world changes aren't always hell and gore and death! ... And then came the word in the journal that someone had been eaten by a Tyrannosaurus (she wasn't sure exactly what that was). And there's still been no sign of Garry, except for a blue rose made of cloth that she found in her cabin the other day.
And then on top of that, now there's a big commotion and suddenly a whole bunch of people are coming aboard, some of whom she even recognizes. They're here! They're okay! But... there's still one missing.
Suddenly worried again, Ib heads down to the deck and starts moving with urgency around the people assembled, trying to catch a glimpse of a tattered coat or a mop of purple hair. Where is he?]
Garry? ... Are you here? Garry!
[As the influx of people begins slowing to a trickle, she gets more and more alarmed. He can't not be here. He can't. Finally, she starts approaching random people to ask.]
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And then on top of that, now there's a big commotion and suddenly a whole bunch of people are coming aboard, some of whom she even recognizes. They're here! They're okay! But... there's still one missing.
Suddenly worried again, Ib heads down to the deck and starts moving with urgency around the people assembled, trying to catch a glimpse of a tattered coat or a mop of purple hair. Where is he?]
Garry? ... Are you here? Garry!
[As the influx of people begins slowing to a trickle, she gets more and more alarmed. He can't not be here. He can't. Finally, she starts approaching random people to ask.]
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