“Lamoreaux? Where are you?” The kid whispered into the dark.
“Over here,” Lamoureaux whispered back.
The kid, what was his name? Sawyer... no, not Tom; Bill. That was it, Bill Sawyer. Bill crept over to Lamoreaux.
“What are you doing?”
“Hiding, like you should be.”
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