And now here was Will, striding in from outside. He somehow did not have a drink in his hand even though he was surrounded by ten thousand bottles of the stuff. He was instead holding a blue blanket that he’d apparently borrowed/stolen from the paramedics. Zoey got to her feet, rather than make Will force her, and tried to ready herself for whatever plan he’d come up with while she was holding everything up by selfishly getting buried in a building collapse. She said, “I suppose it’s time for another emergency meeting.” Instead of answering, he draped the blanket over Zoey like a cape, pulling
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