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[onehoopyprefect]

So it's come to this, has it?

And it had. It truly had. Ford had been monitoring the Sub-Etha band for days now. He'd been checking the Thumb for any glimmer of activity. But the fact was that this particular wherewhen was simply too far away. There was nothing. No way for him to hitch out of here.

"Out of here" being the place that he now knew he needed to be. Away from this place. Before he made things any worse.

So. Only one other option left. He grabs some paper and scribbles down some notes.


Arthur,

We had a good run, didn't we? Take care of yourself, Earthman.

Ford


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Trill,

This is best for everyone involved. Just know that I'll always love you.

Ford


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Random,

Sorry again. Hope this makes up for it in some way.

Ford


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That complete, he heads out of his room and down the stairs.