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"Just remember this: The place." They should track down The place.

“Melido, they're coming.” “We have to go,” Juana informs out of nowhere, her voice sounding a bit far away.

So at that moment, there is only static.

"Juana... Juana!"

With a lot in my throat, I allow Mac to hold the amp up to the radio and call out to the young woman he cherishes to no end. In the meantime, I silently guarantee that, whatever it is and whatever it costs, I will track down the place. I will effectively recover Melido and Juana.

About an hour after our extremely short conversation with Juana and Melido over the radio in the Jeep, my brother and I got into my vehicle with mixed feelings. From one perspective, we're happy to say they exist, amplified by the open door we needed to converse with them; on the other hand, we are miserable for not having had more opportunity to hear their voices, for how last the second one was, and, moreover, we are confused by Melido's request, by the unexpected end of our vi