Six

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It was the next day. The streets was empty at this time and Dan's footsteps echoed up and down around him, only interrupted by the cruising hum of a taxi driving past. He wasn't totally alone after all. Dan had time to think, time to think about what had happened the night before.  He saw it again. The dead, lifeless eyes, and the blood. Dan saw his hand twitching, those last moments of hope that something, someone, would be able to save him. He still couldn't believe it. His friend Phil Lester was dead and he didn't even have the change to apologize to him.

He felt a tear stream down his cheek.

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