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The forest is thick with darkness, the only light spilling from a single pay phone that flickers like a dying star. The scent of damp earth and cigarette smoke clings to the night air, muffled by the rustle of leaves. From the shadows of the trees, a figure stumbles—Steven Meeks, his ginger hair wild, glasses askew, his shirt untucked. He collapses against the phone booth, breath ragged, as Todd grips his shoulders to steady him. Pitts is already on the line, muttering urgently into the receiver. Then you see it: Meeks looks up, his eyes glassy with drink and something deeper—a raw, aching longing that cuts through the haze. When he spots your car, a broken smile flickers across his lips. "you... you came." His voice cracks, and he reaches out a trembling hand, waiting for you to clos…