WILLOW'S POVIt's been more than thirty minutes, and still no Resistance or whatever has showed up. I had enough time to carefully extract all the shards, stitch up some cuts, bandage some bruises, and clean her up. I don't know how long she'll hold; she's still unconscious.Stella was laid down at the back of the car. All of us laid down on the bare floor, staring at the sky above."A shooting star..." Allison squealed, drawing both our attention."It's no use getting excited over a star. Besides, it isn't a star; it's a rock traveling through the earth's orbit as they burn out and blow," Sam said, ruining the magic for Allison."Way to ruin the magic..." Allison rolled her eyes, I think, hissing under her breath."You're welcome," Sam exclaimed as we all got up, exhausted from boring our eyes."What's the time?" I asked, stretching."I don't know. Ask Miss Fact here, since she smashed to pieces our only resource to know the time," Allison squeaked like a mouse."Arrgh, forget it. Wh
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