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WILDER DEBATED WHETHER starving to death would be preferable to eating yet another ration bar. It was a tough decision. She opened the cabinet that held the bars. It had been full at the start of the journey, but now the bars only covered the bottom few centimeters. Did they have enough to last them all the way home? After considerable prodding, Quinn had given a reluctant and vague estimate of ‘probably about another week’s journey in human time’, but no one seemed convinced he was making an accurate conversion from whatever weird measure of time the Fila used. Deciding that she could stomach the Guardians’ ration bars for another seven days but not another day longer, Wilder reached into the cabinet and grabbed one. She ripped open the wrapper and took a bite. Amazingly, the bar tasted