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Battered, bruised, and covered in a variety of fluids, solids, and at least one type of plasma, the team reaches the Way back to the Planet Fitness.

It is shut.

"Uh," Wettle groans.

"It's fine. I've still got one trick up my sleeve." Sokolsky shakes out his jacket, and a tiny, stoppered vial slides into his palm. There is a glowing pinprick of light at the centre. He unstoppers it, and blows over the rim. A will-o'-the-wisp dances into the air of the stacks —

"Let me guess," Placeholder sighs. "Where there's a will, there's a Way?"

"She did love her little jokes," Sokolsky agrees.

The wisp strikes the wall where the Way should be, and spells out a message in brilliant blue: "Screw you guys! None of my stuff will work for you now. Good luck! ❤️ Siggy"

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