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*He looked back at Carlos, more confused before shrugging* nah, I’m fine.

*Carlos drops his hand and nods* Okay. Stay close, then. *He
takes out his phone and turns on his light.* Which way to the tents?

*Max nods* They’re back by the mess hall but right instead.

Right, okay. Let’s go. *shines the flashlight out in front
of them so they could see their path*

This is the time of night QM does,,,, stuff,,,,, at spooky island.

*He looks at Max curiously* Stuff? What kind of stuff?

*Max looks at him with extreame Caution* y o u d o n t w a n t t o k n o w.

*Carlos gets concerned* Uh… M-Max, my daughter’s also
attending the camp. The way you say that… makes me think I really ought to
know.

*Max looks around making sure QM isn’t anywhere* I could tell you but,, he might hear..

Max – my daughter is here. I need you to tell me
if she’s in danger in any way. I’m sorry, but I’d rather you not be cryptic to me.

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