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Pulling down the trapdoor, Lynne drops to the ground. Scanning the area, she calls out a parting to Sissel before taking off. As she emerges from the tunnel, she comes to a stop in front of the crate and looks back.
She's so close. Ray could stop time right now and speak to her again, but what would he say? His identity must remain an enigma. Lynne has no idea of that ill fated timeline where she and Kamila lost their lives, where their little doggie strived against all costs to find a way to avert that fate, and it must remain that way.
Lynne is standing before him, well and alive. She's finally about to escape this cursed junkyard where she met an untimely death. Thanks to his scheming, that unsuspecting spirit is doing his best to protect her and solve the web of mysteries.
If he follows the right path, then he will erase this fateful night once and for all. A new ten years will be born.
For Ray, that's enough.
Lynne sets off again. Ray swivels around and dances, feeling a rush of elation as he watches his mistress make her escape.
"Good luck, Miss Lynne."