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Charlie perked right up when he saw Shawn following Elisabeth down the corridor.
“Hey,” he said. He sounded almost excited. Shawn, in contrast, cast a wary eye at him before walking right past him and around the bend of the railing. He started to descend the stairs, then paused and looked up.
Charlie was waiting for Elisabeth, whispering at her. “Do I follow him?” he asked. “Are we going with him? He looks like he’s leaving.”
“Go ahead,” Elisabeth murmured. She wasn’t entirely sure if her plan made sense, but it was the only thing she could think of, and she needed to do something, anything, before carrying out a drastic plan—or lack of a plan—to keep Charlie in the twentieth century.
They descended the stairs together, hurrying to catch up to Shawn, whose long legs had already tak
