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We're running out of time.
Half-buried under the debris of a collapsed building, Moffitt's sense of time has blurred, preventing him from knowing exactly how long they've been trapped. But how long isn't important when what's left is growing slimmer by the minute. The nearby sound of Tully's strained breathing has grown faint, and the deep burning pain in Moffitt's own abdomen is almost more than he can stand.
Troy and Hitchcock must be searching, if he knows anything about the bullheaded Americans. But at this rate, by the time they find anything it'll be too late.
A part of him wonders if he would fade from their memories as quickly as the man he originally replaced.