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Jonathan, George, and Patrick entered the agency's silver and blue convertible.
"Where are we going?" said Jonathan.
"To the grand theater on 83rd street" said Patrick as they passed by a group of oak trees with golden leaves.
Typing on his laptop, George said, "We've been sent a message...", and so they had.
George read aloud, "You'll never get your precious Anna bac-"
Jonathan, hardly believing what George had just read, said "ANNA!?"
Patrick broke in the conversation, "Well....yeah, we've gotten news that she was still alive weeks ago, but we didn't tell you because we didn't want you to get your hopes up."
"You...", Jonathan started, but was interrupted a screech that would stay in his mind for as long as he would live.
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@Captain
How so?