#102993 - When the girls burst from their room in a panic, neither one anywhere near fully dressed, he ran toward them, waving his arms and pointing toward the back stairs. That way! He commanded, his voice distorted by his breathing mask, the visor hiding his features from the unsuspecting pair. Allowing himself a moment to compose his face, he hefted the bottle marked oxygen and pulled the mask from where it was clipped on the side.
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