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"Hold on!" says Kendra.



This time, it works.



Amie collapses in relief. "Oh thank god!" she breaths, scrubbing at the hand that the naught had grabbed, trying to rub off it's foul touch.

"Now," says Kendra, breathing hard. "Which way did Twelve go?"