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1:06 a.m. - Route 37, Hawthorn Outskirts
Rain slapped the windshield like bullets.
Mira gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles.
Echo sat in the passenger seat, pressing gauze to the gash in her arm.
In the back, MIRA-PRIME lay unconscious, her wrists bound, her face too peaceful.
Too much like Mira's.
"She's breathing weir