We both open our phones and walk in opposite directions for a bit of privacy. "Hello?" "Whatever you do," Atlas' sounds frantic and scared, "Do not turn on the television or look at your phone, please, not until I get there. We need to come up with a plan, but I don't want you to be scared." "Hold up," I retort, "Why can't I?" "Just trust me," he murmurs. "You don't want to see what I'm seeing right now. I'll be there soon. I need to hang up. I love you." The phone goes dead. I don't even have a chance to let him know that I love him too. When I come out into the living room Tilly has the television on. "Oh God," she moans, looking at the screen. "No, no, no." Tilly hears my footsteps and hurries to turn off the screen. "Clark was wrong. You shouldn't see this. You might..." "Tilly," I grumble. "Why are all of you keeping secrets from me? What is it that you don't want me to see?" "The news," she shakes her head. "It's ugly, Cordelia." A few minutes later, Clark is at the
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