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[b][color=black] I S S U E  # 5[/color]
[color=red]I S S U E  # 5[/color][/b][/h1][/sub]
[sub][h2][b][color=black] A L L  T I M E  L O W[/color]
[color=red]A L L  T I M E  L O W[/color][/b][/h2][/sub]
[sup][h3][b][color=black] P A R T  F I V E[/color]
[color=red]P A R T  F I V E[/color][/b][/h3][/sup][/center]
[quote][i][color=slategray][b]Previously...[/b][/color]

[indent][color=olive][b]"I am Jean-Paul. But you can call me Frenchie. Everyone else in this place does."[/b][/color] He smiles. [color=olive][b]"Marc Spector, I think you and I are going to become very good friends."[/b][/color][/indent][/i][/quote]
The world goes still after Frenchie says those words, the room collapsing around us and falling into an endless abyss. Back in the void. I look to Jake and Steven, both of them taking this brief respite to stop and think in their own ways: Jake with hands on his hips letting out a heaving sigh, Steven with arms crossed and a pensive expression written on his face. I raise a hand to the back of my neck and take in a deep breath, reeling from the whiplash.

It was quick, sudden. We barely had a moment to process the memories, plowing through them one after the other like a roller coaster through our own personal hell. I look over to the two of them, and it's almost like they can feel my gaze because they look up before I even speak. [color=lightcyan][b]"How are we holding up, guys?"[/b][/color]

Jake gives a strained grin. [color=lightcoral][b]"Me? Never better."[/b][/color] It's a lie, but he makes it sound hearty enough.

Steven isn't having any of it though, giving a snort and rolling his eyes. [color=lightgreen][b]"Right, just going through the most traumatic events of our lives again. I'm rather chuffed, personally."[/b][/color]