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[As soon as he's aware of the black cars, he calls. He texts. He Snaps. He DMs. He knows who they are. But, his fear is Holly's fear—the one from before. Holly's black-hole recollection, his terror, at those three days of confinement early on. And with Holly out (like, KO'd), which he definitely is, Noah doesn't know what's going on, man. On his lunch break, he goes to the store—though he stays down the road, in his Jeep. He tries purposefully mentally invading people nearby (something he hates doing, by the way), who might've seen what happened, but he doesn't get anything new.
Every single atom inside of him wants him to go to the Facility. To, like, bang on its front-door equivalent. To demand answers. But, Holly's shrewdness, or an echo of it, a holdover or a lookalike, tells Noah, dude, inside his head: be smart. If he does that—if he goes and screams—he'll be under a microscope, right? They might even figure out there's something off about him. He can't do that. Fuck, man, what can he do?]