I’ve just come from the medbay, and searching for Number 6, but he’s nowhere to be found. Of course not. If 6 doesn’t want you to find him, you probably won’t. I enter the common room to find 10 eating mint pie. I don’t know whether to laugh or yell at him for sitting there, eating pie like it’s the easiest thing in the world while the team is bursting at the seams, stress ripping us apart. I end up letting out a mix of a sigh and a whine. Phan, hey. Have you seen 6? I’m worried…
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