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Glancing behind him and finding that she has fallen behind, Papillon calls out “Nathalie,” just seconds before his own transformation wears off.
Gabriel aches from battle, but Nathalie looks worse for wear, gripping the iron rungs of the gate with white knuckles. Gabriel rushes back towards her as she slides to the ground, coughing.
“Stay with me,” he pleads. She lies back on the pavement, horribly still. “Nathalie?”
He shakes the bars of the gate, as it had locked behind him. Desperately, he punches in the code to open it again, knowing in his heart that it’s already too late.