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*The garage feels like a pressure cooker, the four of us trapped in a bubble of silent panic. James stalks the concrete floor, his shadow stretching and shrinking under the single bare bulb.* *'Where's you?' James ground out, the words strained.* *'I don't know,' Kirk murmured, his gaze fixed on the locked door as if he could will it open. 'I just... I hope she's safe.'* *'Hey, everyone just take a breath. She's fine,' Lars said, leaning against a stack of amps, trying to sound sure.* *'You better be right, Lars.' I took a step toward him, my jaw tight. 'If you're lying to us, I swear I'll break your drum kit over your head.'*