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We looked up and there it was. A black bird watching over us. I bit back the scream that was building in my chest, my heart staring to race. "Let's get out of here!" I whispered to Fabian, frantically, who was frozen in his spot. We ran quickly out the door and straight to the parking lot, not bothering to check if Victor saw us. I didn't hear yelling, so that was a good sign. We got in Fabian's car and drove aimlessly, as far away from Victor and Corbierre as possible. I could feel blood rush to my head, pounding in my temples as adrenaline kicked in. Fabian was breathing hard and fast. He was driving above speedlimit, I didn't expect this from a rusty-old car. "Fabes, slow down a bit. You're freaking me out more." I said, breathless. He stomped on the breaks, hard, causing to car to a abrupt halt. Our bodies lurched forward, I watched as I saw my nose near the dashboard and back.

"Maybe we should stay here for a while?" He panted, turning the engine off. I nodded. Tears started falling from my eyes without warning. I was pushed over the edge again, a setback for hiding your feelings and never letting them out. You'll just explode when you fill to the brim and you can't take it anymore. I sobbed into my hands as Fabian patted my back. I let the overflow feelings out and calmed when I can close myself again. Fabian sighed. "What do we do now? We didn't really get anything from spying on Victor. Except maybe nightmares from that creepy bird." I chuckled on that.

"I don't really know." I said. I thought for a while. "Maybe we should get some help. I don't think we can do this alone anymore." I suggested.

"What are we doing?" He asked, quietly, but I had nothing to say. He was right. What were we doing? We don't have a plan, we don't have a goal. All I knew was something was wrong and I didn't belong here, and I was determined to find out what and why exactly. Fabian shifted to face me. "Get help from who? Your Gran said not to trust anyone." He tested, eyebrows raised. "Who could we trust anyway? No one seems to be real in here." He said, bitterly.

I smiled proudly as an idea got to me. I raised my hand to cover my one eye. "Sibuna," was all I said and he understood it immediately, as if he read my mind.

"Are you sure?" He studied me, warily. I gave a shrug and a small smile. I knew I could trust them. They were my friends and I love them in any way, shape or form. Even in this crazy, messed up palce I'm in, they were still them. Fabian texted everyone to meet at his house, saying it was important. We drove back to his place and waited.

We were gathered in the Fabian's living room now. Fabian stood up and Patricia spoke, "What's so important for us being here?" She asked, quite suspiciously, watching me and Fabian as we communicated silently through our eyes.

"Did Rutter finally get a girlfriend here and decided to bore us with the great news?" Jerome taunted. Alfie and Patricia laughed out loud, while the others chuckled. I saw Fabian blush a deep red. I looked away, feeling the heat run to my cheeks as well.

"No." Fabian said, deffensively. "We have something a whole lot more important to tell you. Also, possibly problematic." The group became silent seeing the seriousness in Fabian's statement. Fabian told my story, I joined in a little bit for a few details. Doubt were in their eyes, as worry and confusion were their faces.

"Are you guys serious?" Alfie asked after we mentioned the edge.

"End of the world? But that impossible." Mara said. I could almost see the gears running in her head as she debated the truth of what we were telling her, logical thinking and realism as opposed to imagination and fantasy. We explained further, telling them about the empty houses and our field trip to Victor's office, but they were still skeptical.

"And this diary that you use to talk to the 'real world'," Mick said, putting airqoutes on real world. "Prove that."

I tossed him my diary, and he caught in in one swift hand motion. He flipped through it and they all read it, disbelievingly. "No way!" Alfie said, in awe.

"Really creepy." Jerome commented as Mick muttered, "Spooky."

"You swear you didn't forge this?" Patricia asked.

Fabian put his hands up. "I was freaked out, myself." He told them.

"So somewhere out there, there's another me... That's so cool! I wish I could meet me. I wonder how that would go..." Amber said in her usual Amber way. I smiled at her but the others rolled their eyes.

"So now that that's settled, will you guys help me?" I asked them, hopefully. They all said yes and smiled at me. "That's great!" I exclaimed.

"What do we do now?" Fabian asked me again. We were all silent for a while.

"I'll check with my Gran. She might know something." I said. Fabian lent me his car offering to accompany me but I refused. Something tells me that I should do this alone. I drove to the place Gran lives. The address was in afterlife-Nina's phone, so it must be it. The place looked nice. With the trees changing color and the brick houses, it was a nice sight. I walked in the main building, the front office was completely bland, with white walls and boring furniture, it felt like a different place.

The receptionist greeted me with a smile. "Hi! How can I help you?"

I smiled at her. "Hi, I'm here to visit Mrs. Irene Martin. I'm her grandaugher, Nina Martin." I said, politely. She looked at me, confused.

"I'm sorry. What's the name again?" She asked as she looked over some files.

"Irene Martin." I repeated. She looked up at me finally.

"I'm so sorry, dear, but there's no Irene Martin living here."