Confusion reigned in Hrrm's Hive's parking lot as land vehicles of every size and shape veered madly around each other to get the hell out.

     Whisper didn't have to tell Skip to "follow me". He just did.

     She went to a corner of the lot where pavement met an outcropping of rocks. 

     She then turned to, once again, look full into Skip's eyes.

​     Skip'd never had a girlfriend, even though he was seventeen years old, because (1) he had no idea how one might go about making such an arrangement, and, (2) he came from a family so out of the norm that they, at one point, had to spend an entire year hiding from the entire multiverse.

     But, if he did have a girlfriend, he'd want her to look at him with the sort of love in her eyes that Whisper had in her eyes right then, a look of pure, innocent and authentic love.

     She kissed him lightly on the forehead, and then she said, "I have to leave you now, Skip. Please don't be sad, because then I'll see it in your eyes, and that's not how I want to remember you."

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