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"What the hell” Alexander Hamilton said when he turned up into a room decorated with pictures of what seemed like older versions of the other founding fathers and 14 couches in various colours but they appeared to have been chosen strategically. There were five couches in blue and white, two in magenta and the rest were seemingly random. He walked around the room and found a room which was stocked with various forms of food, both familiar and foriegn but, although his stomach longed for food that wasn’t cold due to his habit of working well into the night and staying at his office, he resolved not to eat any until he knew more.
A few minutes later he found two bathrooms, and two rooms that were devoid of any furniture aside from a handful of armchairs and a table. When Hamilton returned to the room that appeared to be the main room he heard a loud crack and suddenly John Laurens was standing in the room.
“It can’t be,” He said. “No, this is witchcraft. He can’t be here, no, no please,”
“Alexander, are you OK?” Laurens asked and moved to hug him.
“He can’t be here, no he can’t be,” Hamilton chanted quietly and rocked backwards and forwards.
Laurens grabbed his hands and started running Hamilton's fingers over the scars on his own hands.
“Do you remember when I got this one from my pen knife? Hurt like hell but you helped me get through it. And do you remember when I got this one” Laurens asked.
“You got it when you hit your hand on the lamp and didn’t want to go to the infirmary.” Hamilton responded quietly.
They continued on like this until Hamilton calmed down. When he did he looked at Laurens and hugged him tightly and didn’t let go until two cracks broke the near silence and Lafayette and Hercules Mulligan arrived in the room. The two of them rushed over to meet Lafayette and Mulligan and the four of them collapsed and simply hugged each other with Laurens in the middle.
After a minute another two cracks heralded the arrival of Aaron Burr and George Washington. The four on the floor all stood up and saluted the General before Hamilton debriefed him on what he had discovered. Before they could begin to come up with a plan a multitude of cracks sounded and Angelica, Eliza and Peggy, Phillip, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, and an unidentified woman dressed in red who introduced herself as Maria Reynolds.
“Somethings about to happen, isn't it?” Hamilton said and everyone nodded
“Damn” he said, “Sometimes I hate being right.”