"Look," Mitchell's voice sounded across the hallway. He hadn't heard Jack yet, and there was a clear edge to his voice. "I just think you need to go downstairs. Everyone's gone."
A second, female voice joined him. "But I got blood on my shirt," she said. "Will it even wash out if I don't clean it right now--?"
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Date: 2010-06-12 07:23 pm (UTC)A second, female voice joined him. "But I got blood on my shirt," she said. "Will it even wash out if I don't clean it right now--?"