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Okay, we could manage this. No big deal. Deep breaths.
There are seven noble gases on the periodic table: Helium. Neon. Argon. Krypton. Xenon. Radon. Oganesson.
With a huff, Tiffaneigh pushed away from the door. “It’s fine, why don’t you stand there while I get help?”
Her words jolted me into action. Right. Call for help. Because this wasn’t the 1800s, and we both had phones. Except I’d dropped mine, and without any light, it wouldn’t be easy to find. Crouching on the ground, I ran my fingers over the ground while Tiffaneigh dug in her backpack for her own device. To remain calm, I mentally recited the alkali metals. Sodium. Lithium. Cesium.
There! Finally. My phone.
My elation quickly faded away when the light came on and a message on the front informed me there was no service. Z
