Escaping Denver, Batch 3, Episode 7, the 10th. See, this is the problem with leaving your window open all the time for a stupid bird.

It swells and now it's stuck open.

Ah!

Nope.

No.

It's been, you know, four straight days of rain, so I figured this would be a good time as any to try quitting again.

You know, to avoid the whole wet smoke smell combo. I'm one day in

and I'm already back to biting my nails. And not only because of the nicotine I'm craving,

but also Noah. He was just shot again. Not only that, he broke his ribs on the fall, so he must

be hurting right now. I'd want to curl into a ball and hide, but dependable Noah, while he'll trek on to level

T.

Of course, he has no idea what level he's currently on, but that wouldn't change his destination.

Why?

Because that's where Sarah told him to me.

It simplifies things when you just feel you know someone.

Yes, I'm just the schmo who got sent messages, but I'm also the schmow that listened to them.

Over and over.

I know these two.

And I may not know them on the surface, but what I do know is how they react when trapped in a subterranean labyrinth.

And truthfully, it's the only version of them I need to know.

Noah will follow the plan.

And Sarah, I believe her when she says she'll meet on level T.

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