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“Rick? Rick Grimmes? We are Peter and Corinne from the PPC.”

The man who answered to Rick Grimmes' name was sitting in a wheelchair. When he heard his name, he nervously left the doll on the floor. From the description in the psychiatric chart, the man must have been over a hundred years old, but it was barely noticeable. Rick took advantage of the pause to scratch with his right hand the leafy beard of his face.

“Please sit down,” commented the young man dressed in white attire.

Peter and Corinne agreed.

“They're coming back,” the old man in a wheelchair said.

“Excuse me Rick, what did you say?” Peter interrupted quickly.

“Smokers. They're there. They're waiting for us.”

Corinne had been recording the whole time. She was a real nail fanatic, quite a snob, but above all she was a professional camera operator. As soon as she smelled something similar to news, she connected her camera and recorded everything. It was like a disease. Peter couldn't help but look at Corinne's professionalism and, by the way, also noticed the two extra good reasons that Corinne always had hanging on her front.