For the next few days, everything was… quiet.
Too quiet.
No masked figures under streetlights. No strange teachers at school asking pointed questions. No Margaret stalking the shadows.
Even Bobby’s phone stayed mostly silent, apart from the occasional text from Derek—just dumb memes and half-hearted “where u been?” messages.
Not a single one from the Loopers.
And none from Future Bob.
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At first, Bobby welcomed the silence. After the nightmare—the one where cities burned and Future Bob’s voice boomed through endless screens, ruling over terrified people like a god—it was a relief to wake up and find the world still intact.
But the relief didn’t last.
Because the silence felt wrong.
Like the calm before something huge. A pressure building in the air, waiting to explode.
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Ev
