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Which side? Left...right... She looked over her options again. It wasn't so much a logical decision as an intuitive one. Time was intuitive, not scientific, she reminded herself, and this was no different. She just had to pick the side to manipulate. Go left, or go right? It was like a damned video game.
Damien glanced down at Nova, smiling as gently as she could while her expression remained dark and pensive. "There's no need to worry, you know."
"There's every reason to worry."
He put his hand on her arm, "No, not when we're together."
This was it. The last area standing between them and freedom. Known simply as 'the Zone' by all who whispered of it on cold nights when dreams of getting out of the pits were heavenly dreams. He took a step forward and a single shot rang out in the night.