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"Do it," Griffin said softly."What?""Pick up that chainsaw, chop off my hand. Get yourself out of here.""Okay, I can't-"Griffin grits his teeth. "Do it!"Not-Tim just looked at him."I've got nothing to gain. It's not fair if you have to die here just because of some... character you didn'teven want to play."Not-Tim looked at him."I'm going to die," Griffin continued, meeting his gaze. "And I'd prefer to do so knowing that you don'thate me.""I don't hate you.""I don't believe you."Silence. Not-Tim looked at Griffin's handcuffed wrist next to his own, the two barely distinguishable fromeach other."I can't do it," he said.A smirk. "Coward.""Calling me names isn't going to make me like you."Griffin shrugged. "How pissed off do you need to be before you pick up that chainsaw and use it?""You're not making me do this."Griffin smiled. "I can sit here and aggravate you for hours until you do it just to shut me up-"The door opened, Tom Ludlow standing there in the doorway and interrupting everything. "Is yourhouse near?" he asked not-Tim."...Kind of. Why?"Ludlow walked over and unhandcuffed him. "Take the kids there," he said. "And you stay there. Housearrest. This place isn't safe; it might vanish again like the last time."Not-Tim stood up and massaged his wrist. "What about him?" he asked, motioning at Griffin.Ludlow nudged the chainsaw closer to Griffin. "Work it out," he told him."You can't just leave him there," not-Tim said."He has a chainsaw," Ludlow pointed out. "Are you coming or not?"People were still milling about the corridor in a disorganised sort of way.":)!" vibed the cornflakes guy as he saw not-Tim, and went straight for his legs again.":)""Okay! If you're under the age of 18, you're going with him," Ludlow announced, pointing at not-Tim,busy trying to regain his balance post- cornflakes guy. "I don't care if you know how to use a gun."Protests filled the air.