[ And off they go again. He's a bit faster than her, but he slows down just enough for her to keep up, gripping her hand as best he could. This was so... disturbingly familiar. Holding a girl's hand as he runs for his life, only the girl isn't also wielding a sharp and/or pointy object and mowing down anything in their way, and he isn't also holding his Diary in his other hand telling her where to go. ]
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Almost... there...!