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had him as their objective, only firstly they were having trouble identifying him and secondly they didn'teven know if he was still alive.Down by Alex's body, a woman was sobbing. The wrist tag hadn't been sufficient; Kate had needed tobe completely sure; finding his wallet, flipping it open, driver's licence, ID, and a small photo of the threeof them – Alex, Kate, and their young son smiling at the camera. That had been all the confirmation sheneeded. She sat there against the wall, cradling his head and crying.Jack caught sight of her face and couldn't stop staring. And he couldn't bring himself to tell her that ithad been his gun.Things were slowly quietening down. Those who weren't friends were friends of friends, or friends offriends of friends, or friends of friends of friends of friends.Six degrees of separation is a beautiful thing.**Everything had settled. Jack – having somewhat regained his composure – climbed up to stand on thesofa, using it as his own personal soapbox as he tried to get people's attention over the noise."We can get out of here," he said from his soapsofa. "There are exits from the roofs. Go to the topfloor, break through the ceiling and get out-"Someone randomly threw a megaphone at Jack. They missed and hit the sofa instead."Ow," thought the sofa sadly."There are stairs on top of the roofs that lead out of this place," Jack continued, ignoring themegaphone."How would that help us get home?" someone asked."It's better than starving to death in here," someone else said."Which of you is Reeves?" asked some guy whom we shall call Jeff, though his really name veryprobably isn't Jeff.Several of the Keanu-spawn pointed. Not-Tim winced, remembered names, and made a mental note tomake sequels in which bad things happened to them."Please leave," not-Jeff told not-Tim."What good would that do?" Perry cut in. "Do you want to stay here forever?""If it means I'm alive, then sure!" not-Jeff said. "How can we survive out there? We have no jobs, nohomes, no identification, no money. It'll come down to either a life of crime, or death.""Not if all of us get out there," someone else said. "There are about 20,000 of us in total. They can't justignore us like that.""Uh," said the voice from the speaker, "what's going on in there?""Everybody, just leave," not-Tim said. "Get out of this place while you can. Tell everyone else to go.We can work things out later. It's not safe in here. I'll talk to them and see if I can stall them a little."No one was moving much, save several half-hearted attempts out the stairwell door.Jack picked up the megaphone. "YOU HEARD THE HOSTAGE!" he yelled. "MOVE! GET OFF OURFLOOR!"Back in Neo's room, not-Tim sat down by the computer and picked up the communicator. "Hi," he saidinto it."WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON THERE?" the Kenselton Hotel representative bellowed.Perry grabbed Nelson's arm as the latter made to leave. "Not you," he said. "We stay here."