I will finish this.
A peek at what is to come.
Thank you for holding on as you all have, and welcome to all those just coming in!
She couldn't let it happen.
Not now.
Not after everything.
She didn't even have to think about it.
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Before the pain even hit her, the fear gripped her harder and tighter. The breath was knocked out of her and she felt as though she was suffocating. In that moment, she questioned everything before her.
Would they make it back to the real world?
Would CLU get through before us and destroy everything they loved?
What would happen to Sam's dad? The father she always heard about, he was everything and nothing like she had imagined.
What would happen to Quorra? She just met the wonderful woman, but they could have been such great friends.
What would-
Her heart stalled, her face losing all its color.
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Sam.
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What would happen to Sam?
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In an effort to call out his name, she let out a gut-wrenching cough.
The taste in her mouth bit at her tongue.
With trembling fingers she wiped at her lips.
Was that…blood?
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Tears had yet fallen but she felt them dancing on the edge of her lashes and vision.
Hunched over, she stared at the shine of neon blue and the vibrating metal clasped in her hand.
Only half of the circular disc was visible. Dropping her hand, she tried to grasp the half of the disc, but fumbled as her fingers slipped.
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As a human in this digital world, she could bleed still bleed.
Whereas others would glitch.
Where the residents of this world would break into data streams and disappear, she would bleed and die.
In shock, the numbness blurred the world around her.
In realization, the pain was unbearable.
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She could no longer run, her legs numb, trembling and threatening to collapse beneath her.
So instead, she looked behind her.
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The look on his face.
She had ever only seen it once.
The day Sam was informed his grandparents had passed.
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It tore her to pieces.
And the reason he looked like that, was because of her.
What hurt her more than her wound, was that she couldn't do anything about it.
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And like movie waiting to begin once again, someone pressed the unmute button.
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"VICTORIA!"