Although I'm not privy to Quincy's final words to Lane, one thing I'm sure of is that Lane got his hands on the antidote before Quincy breathed her last. This realization allowed Kenneth to breathe a sigh of relief...

The knowledge that there was still an antidote out there was comforting.

As long as it existed, there was hope for Dorothy.

"How's your cooking?" Kenneth was momentarily taken aback when Lane caught up to him from behind.

"It's mediocre, not too shabby but nothing to write home about," he replied casually as he picked something up.

But when he reached the kitchen counter, he noticed something amiss.

"You forgot the spices."

How could one cook without spices, even if they had all the ingredients?

Lane had also just remembered.

He glanced at Kenneth, then at the items on the counter, seemingly hesitating.

Eventually, his hunger won over his logic.

"Write down whatever you need, and I'll go get it."

There was no way Lane was letting Kenneth step outside! What if he revealed their location, or tried to contact someone?

couldn't fully

completely unbothered, almost relieved that Lane was the one going shopping, sparing him the hassle of

Since Lane hadn't anticipated having Kenneth over, his preparations were only meant for

to feed, he

make the

brought my own

just food and

I'm not

place

seemed to matter to

feeling uneasy. He had hoped for some company to chat with, but here was Kenneth, more concerned about Everett's fate than even

seemed

What an odd fellow...

...

Eldorria City General Hospital.

completely sealed off, guarded inside and out by Everett's men

and exit were strictly

one would expect to see

on the hospital bed with her legs crossed, watched the man behind the desk sift through data. She pouted, "Don't you think this is

Everett looked up from a pile of documents, "If I don't

the bigger the spectacle, the more people know, the more convinced he'll

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