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[The ink stain on the last page has stopped but just a tiny space of blank page remaining on the lower right corner. A final message appears on the next blank page, in that same mysterious font]

Write Them HoMe

((OOC:One last task for you residents. It's time to get them home. How you do it is up to you))

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[schrodingersghost]

[Danny limps in next to Dhao, carefully propping up Fred's other side. He is battered, bruised, and more than a little exhausted. But seems to have come through the ordeal without any major injuries. He breathes a sigh of deep relief as he feels the familiar chill returning to his core.]

We made it.

[ectobabble]

Danny! --- and FRED! Oh...

[Ray rushes up to them both, hurrying to help take her. relief and panic are warring in him, but she's still breathing, so he manages to keep it together] What -- what happened?

[fistfullofmagic]

A monster.

[It's all the response Ray's going to get from Dhaos. To be fair though, it's because he's a bit busy charging a spell. With a muttered Healing Circle, a blue glyph about 20 feet in diameter appears under the group. Anyone within the circle should feel their injuries gradually heal.]

[demonologist]

Wes has come down to the lobby as soon as he heard that people were arriving. When he sees Fred emerge, being carried by others, he rushes forward, concern and worry etched into his features, his heart leaping into his throat.]

Oh god!

[Ray gets there first, but he reaches for her as well, trying to ascertain her injuries.]

Fred! Can you hear me?!

[schrodingersghost]

I didn't see it happen. [Danny blanches and sways a little as he feels his injuries start to heal.]

[ectobabble]

[Ray will step back and let Wes take Fred from the guy, since, well, she's his girlfriend, after all. but if he needs help carrying her, he'll lend a hand]

Looks like she's out cold. We might wanna get her to the clinic, Wes ...

[demonologist]

[At first Fred seems deathly pale, even clammy, and barely breathing at all. But then something shifts (thanks to the magic healing) and there's more colour in her cheeks and she seems to stabilise. He lets out a relieved breath and turns to give Ray a grateful nod for the assistance.]

Yes. We should get her there immediately.

[ectobabble]

Arright. [he'll just quickly take whichever end Wes isn't carrying, shoulders or feet, and start moving toward the elevator] Boy, whoever's on duty tonight is gonna be busy ...