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<span class="mu-r">"...No."</span>
Samantha, looking sad, searches your eyes for an answer.
<span class="mu-b">"Please... don't."</span>
<span class="mu-r">"No, Sam. It's my responsbility, my apartment. Why do you care anyway? Are you just jealous that I found something weird and wild that's <span class="mu-i">real</span> before you- and then you found out you can't hack it?"</span>
She looks a little hurt, but at the same time, you don't like her manipulations. Spreading her fear on you, trying to control you... what does she know? This tunnel is yours. It's yours to explore and figure out what to do with- not hers. You won't promise her anything!
Samantha looks down.
<span class="mu-b">"Goodbye, Rodney..."</span>
<span class="mu-r">"Bye."</span>
You finish your shift at work today in a haze, time just seems to race by until the last few minutes, there is a great feeling of finality. This may very well be your last day of work here- depending on what happens next. The plan forms in your mind- something you can't bring with you. You don't want to poison the tunnel- it's time to make your final choice.
