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David makes his way to the cafeteria. He thinks about what he's gonna say. He had it kind of planned, but he doesn't anymore, because the thing he's gonna say has changed.

When he gets there, he accepts one of the little paper cups of water and downs it. Makes him feel a little better. He hadn't really realized how foggy he'd gotten.

"Um, you're not from Chicago, are you?" he asks the upperclassman who gave him the water. "D'you know any of the Chicago folks?"

"What, you looking for your big brother or something?" the upperclassman says, not unkindly. "I know them, what do you want me to tell them?"

David swallows again. "Chicago's - gone," he says hoarsely. 

The upperclassman furrows his brow. "What do you mean Chicago's gone?"

"The enclave. It's not there anymore. Neither are the kids."

"What?!"

"Have you seen anyone else coming in from Chicago?" David says dully.

"...no," he says slowly.

David splays his hands. There you go. "I lived in town. I tried to get in two different ways. It just... wasn't."

The upperclassman looks sick. "If this is some kind of, of joke," he says faintly.

"Not a joke. Tell your Chicago friends I'm over here with their letters."

 

He doesn't just tell his Chicago friends, of course. This is the kind of news that exists to be spread. David's relieved. He didn't want to have to say it more than once.

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"You didn't hear anything about it?" Annaka asks for the third time. She's being really rude about it, too. Half the Chicago enclavers have gathered around New York and she clearly wants to have something to tell them but, like, there isn't anything to tell them. 

"Nope," says Julia. 

       "Did you talk with - you know some Chicago kids, right - Claire - yesterday -"

"We texted. She was complaining about her hairdresser. She seemed fine."

 

"It must have happened at the last minute, whatever happened -"

"That's such precise timing, can't be accidental -"

"Maybe one of their students accidentally graduated with Patience holding on to their ankle, or, well, something -"

"Who were your graduates this year anyway," someone asks a hollowed-out looking Chicago senior. 

 

Julia kind of doesn't want to hang around while everyone does amateur detective work? The whole thing is stressful. Probably couldn't've happened in New York, but.

 

She slips out from behind Annaka to go get more water and talk about something less morbid.

 

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