Not the heroic type?

You run, and run far. You look back to see Vyvian being devoured. Hating what you are seeing and faering for your life you run. You come apun a abandin shack and break inside. Tired you fall asleep in one of the beds. You wake to the sound of a scream. you see fog, and a tranparent Vyvian drifts in.

"You!" she says.

"Yes," you wimper.

"You who left me to die!"

"That couldn't be helped. You she my boss, Nancy, she worries about me." you plead, not wanting to admit you would have laughed if nacy was eaten by a T-rex.

"You, who's company put mine out of busness, forcing me to investigate some story about a black hole in Philly. You are the reason of my death!"

"What?"

"Death taught me many things, I wonder what it will teach you and your boss." she sniggered raising a hand.

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