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We sat in front of Ana’s room, having tried knocking, but she still didn’t respond. We had time, though, as there was still an hour until she turned 18. In the meantime, we sat on the floor across from each other, our legs stretched out as we conversed. Time seemed to go by too slowly, but we had been very patient for years. We could handle another hour. Yet as we sat on the floor, Philip came by, staring at the two of us, confused.
“Hey, doc,” Bruce replied.
“What are you two doing here?” he inquired.
“Just waiting for Ana to let us in.”
“Ana?” he questioned, then glanced at the door before gazing at us. “The Omega is not there.”
“What?” Bruce asked, shocked.
“Ana is not there,” he said. “I went to check a while back. Her mother passed.”
We both jumped from the ground, sta
