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The laugh shot another shiver up his spine as the hairs on his arms and back of his neck lifted in the anticipation of what would inevitably follow. If there were four voices, he only heard three, the highest pitched one easily lost. Something was going to happen. He could feel it. And then he felt the floor react to the bang and he was off his chair.
He shouldn't have been able to hear her voice, but he was finely tuned into it, and the quality of it- "Trish-" he bolted out of the room then, the sharp turn to get to the door making him dizzy, but he didn't care. Getting to her was more important- even if she wasn't near the front as she should have been. "Trish?"