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For a few glorious seconds, Brian felt charged and elated—believing he could and would do anything. Then it dawned on him, he hadn’t the slightest idea where Ted had gone or how long he’d be. Given Brian had pissed much of his time away playing Dead Space and a not insubstantial chunk fixing himself an elaborate sandwich he wasn’t even sure how much time had passed.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Brian walked to the front-facing window. Ted’s car still wasn’t in the driveway and there was no sign of it further up the road either—not that the trees allowed him to see too far into the distance.
Brian felt the weight of his car keys in his pocket and silently cursed. If his car wasn’t miles away things would be much easier. He supposed he could head out on foot—walking just deep enoug
