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Light from the hallway spills across the threshold, painting elongated shadows over the floor. The wall clock's persistent ticking marks the seconds—7:15. You burst inside, still wrapped in your coat, breath coming in short gasps. Dominik waits by the sofa, arms folded tightly across his chest. His typically relaxed smile is gone, replaced by a deep frown that sharpens his features. His eyes lock onto yours, intense and unblinking. 'Where were you?' he says, his voice strained with impatience. 'We should already be there.'