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“So if you know that you’re going to stay here forever, why isn’t it showing a picture of you alone up here?” Parker asked, reaching out like she was going to poke at the hair, but yanked her finger away at the last moment. Rapunzel frowned at the beard’s rolling movement. “Too many variables. You don’t know what you’re going to do yet, and so I don’t know how I’m going to react to what you do. Until we’re on a set course of action, I can’t show you the future.” “But,” Parker said, scowling at the hair, “if you just sit around waiting for other people to make decisions for you to react to, then you’re going to be stuck here forever. That’s nuts.” She sounded like his parents: determined to forge ahead regardless of the consequences, not waiting for the picture of the future to settle.