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Group A: Conor, John C, Johnny U, Nelson, Paul, Tod, Jesse, Kip, the cornflakes guy+ Group E"...Were you in Kenselton Hotel?" Paul asked, after a period of stony silence in which Ludlow and Johnappeared locked in some sort of staredown."Yeah," Ludlow said, not removing his gaze from John. "Block L, 29th floor. You?""Block F, 4th floor."Tod laughed. "They ran out of space-"People stared at him. He shut up. Nelson muttered something about how they should have done thatearlier and saved him the uncomfortable humiliation of sleeping on the floor."How long have you been here?" Conor asked as Ludlow released an increasingly pissed-off John fromhis glare and started walking towards the fire."Five days. Wouldn't have lasted one if that squid hadn't tried to attack us."And now they saw that the source of the fire was not firewood, but a merrily burning tentacled monsterwith too many eyes."Flammable things," Ludlow continued . "They catch fire when they die. Some kind of post-humous selfdefence.Ortiz found out the hard way."The fire had been started right next to the cave wall, such that its flames licked up the stone and heatedup a series of narrow ledges, on which several dead fish were being slowly cooked. Near it, a group offive or six teenagers were staring suspiciously at the newcomers. One turned his head and mutteredsomething at the others. They continued staring suspiciously at them, and one leapt to his feet as Todreached out a tentative hand to the fish."That's ours," the teen said, and Tod reluctantly withdrew his hand."This has gotta have been planned," Johnny said to no one in particular."What?" asked Eric."Both groups of us end up in the same place within walking distance of each other, just four days apart.What are the chances it's a coincidence?""*hungry*," vibed the cornflakes guy, but no one was paying attention to him. He felt sad. He missednot-Tim. Not-Tim looked after him. Not-Tim understood him and didn't ignore him. ":(," he concluded."There might've just been a small pool of possible destinations," Conor said.Ludlow snorted. "If you're hoping for rescue, you can forget it. No one knows where we are, thanks tothe fucking morons who kidnapped that actor and got us all into this shit.""Hey, that's-" Tod started, then stopped and stumbled back in pain when Johnny and Conor kicked himto shut him up."At least we're free now," Johnny pointed out.