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Some time had passed, and Tuck and I had come down from our highs. We had only minutes left.

Wanting to see what happened at midnight with our own eyes, we had declined to consume any more phazon. But we continued drinking the Maker's Mark, to help take the edge off.

Neither of us was saying much, as there was nothing left to be said. We were just sitting and waiting.

Suddenly Tuck closed his eyes and put his hands on his face. He looked like he was in pain. I was afraid I knew what this meant, and I had been preparing myself for it.

I got up and walked over to him, kneeling down behind him, and putting one arm around his neck. "Sorry," was all I could say.

When he opened his eyes and I saw them glowing in that awful bright blue, I squeezed hard. And as Tuck choked, he looked different to me; angry and cold and evil. But I saw in his eyes that it was still partly him, and he understood what was happening, and he forgave me. I continued to squeeze.

Then Tuck's eyes closed, and he fell limp in my arms.

I was all alone.

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