Kristy walked down a beach, feeling the warm, rough sand on the bottoms of her feet. She turned her face up to the sunlight, letting it warm her face."I wonder where the others are?"she said. She decided to go look for them, walking off the beach and onto a plain. She imagined that there was a bullhorn in her hand, then used to to call out to her hidden friends."Guys, where are you!"



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