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1946
Nick tore through the building, panic rising, his heart beating wildly in his chest.
The rooms were empty. Everyone was gone.
His Charlie was gone. They had never talked about this possibility, preferring to live in the moment, hidden though they were.
He had known that it would end some day - had to end, but he hasn't been ready. Some conspiracy of missed moments and orders had led them to now. By design they had never talked about the future, but he hadn't known when he waved goodbye that day, that would be the last he saw his face.