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_{[Henry's brain suddenly coughs up the memory of the photo album that Harry had. What...what what what, oh no.]

[He had to go find Harry. Or maybe Heather. Unless this was the one who was Heather...unless she was the Heather before Heather.]

[His head hurt.]

[He leads her through the door and looks around to figure out where they are.]}

Harry's my friend, we'll find him.

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