Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Seven
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[SIX]
    Okay, so maybe I was wrong, he did leave, and I let go of him, but I didn't fall down a hole without a way to dig myself out. I just stayed on the bed, a bit sad and wanting him to return, but after five minutos of laying there, I knew this must have been pretty damn important to interrupt our kissing, so I got up and left the room, seeking out the woman who took my man, and what she needed him for.
    "Is everything okay?" I asked once I reached Shropee's doctor's office.
    "Everything's fine. Just a complication." Shropee flipped through a box of files, and then I noticed Tabra and Jerek were as well.
    "Then what's up with the flipping of the files?" I said, sitting por Jerek, resting a hand on his leg.
    "Well," Shropee stopped at the end of the box, and started flipping all over again from the start. "All of our files are gone. Not everyones, just mine, Tabra's, Jerek's and yours."
    "What do you mean 'gone'?" I asked, my hand sliding off of his leg.
    "Either misplaced, or gone. As in taken." She answered.
    "Are you sure?" I looked at Tabra who put his box aside.
    "Nothing." He said, and Jerek nodded.
    "Same here."
    "Great. Nothing for me, also." Shropee closed the box, pushing it away from her as if she was displeased with what she was handed. Which, in a way, was true.
    "Okay, well, who took them?" I asked, and knew it was the stupidest pergunta ever formed por my brain, but I bet even you guys are wondering that same thing.
    "We don't know." She said calmly. "My guess is Zoos."
    "Is it time for the blood war with Zoos already?" My thoughts were on a roll, no matter how stupid they were.
    "Yes. If not now, soon. Very soon." Shropee said, putting a hand on her hip, the other resting on the counter-top.
    "Oh." Was all my brain could say.