Author's Note: Man, has it really been short of 3 months since I've updated this? I'm sorry you guys. Life got in the way. I haven't abandoned this challenge and I hope you guys will keep reading. I'm updating as much as I can tonight to make up for both the recent lack of updates and a few short chapters.

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Don't worry, Timmy. We're gonna get you out of there. It's gonna be okay. I don't mind sacrificing myself. This death thing, whatever it is, is a skill I have that no one else does. I can use this to my advantage. That's how I need to start looking at this thing: as a gift. As something I can use to help others when they're in trouble.

Like Timmy is right now.

His wheelchair is in danger of blowing up and I have to help disarm the bomb. If I blow up, no big deal, but I couldn't let one of the other guys take the risk. I know what I've told myself before about volunteering, but really, that's just selfish of me considering my...special skills or whatever this is.

I'll save you. I'll save you. Hold still. I'll-

...I'll try again later.