Fortunes III
The answers they find aren't the ones they were looking for…
(Continued from Chapter 24: Fortunes II)
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There was a flamingo dripping plastic onto her arm. "Ow," she told the flamingo.
The flamingo, probably because it was made of plastic and also on fire, said nothing. As she contemplated this, it leapt up and flew away. In the flamingo's place, Reid appeared. He was covered in dust. So covered in dust that she burst out laughing at the sight of his ash-grey hair and eyebrows, and the way his frown split the dust in his face in two like some geriatric version of the Joker.
"Morgan was in that explosion," said Reid.
She stopped laughing.
"Oh," she replied, letting him pull her up from the floor. The wall was gone. Some of the wall was in her arm. Her head ached. Sirens howled. Reid began to tug her to the door that was—bizarrely—still standing. "I'm concussed. And you've got a lump."
A lump he did have, his arm folded over his belly and bulging out under his coat. She almost gagged, suddenly picturing him trying to hold himself together.
"Morgan!" Reid yelled, still pulling her after him.
"Miaow," said Reid's belly.
"Oh," said Emily again.