regenerated | how to stop an exploding man.

Everything changed in the span of a blink. On Tabula Rasa, the sun always shone as though it would never have the same chance to again, smiling at them from above, warming everything from the air to the sands under their feet, the scent of flowers and fruit in the air, too sweet from overripe fruit which tumble to the ground. Even without opening her eyes, Claire could feel the difference, the shadow which was cast over the whole of her body and the smoke which lingered in the air, traces of gasoline. The crash of waves was replaced by the zoom of cars, beeping which pierced through the constant din. And in that moment, Claire found that even though she had asked for this, had wanted to return to New York with all of her heart, the pieces weren't quite fitting right.

She remembered, first of all. Remembered all of Tabula Rasa, the friends she'd made, the tears she'd shed, the kisses she'd shared. That was never part of the bargain. She never wanted to remember, to be pulled back by nostalgia.

Besides, it was daytime. And the last thing she remembered in Kirby Plaza was, well. The spread of colors through the sky. An explosion that lingered in a burst of fire.

Claire's eyes opened and her expression fell, looking around until she saw a leaf of a newspaper flying through Kirby Plaza, running toward it with all her might until she stamped it down with her foot.

Nathan Petrelli Wins in Landslide

November 7th.

"I've got a day," Claire suddenly whispered to herself, eyes going wide.

She really ought to get used to the whole sudden transition of worlds thing, Cissie thought as she looked around in shock. One moment, she'd been on the beach, not doing her homework and now she was here. Wherever that was.

She caught sight of a familiar looking face and ran towards her, hoping that this was Claire and she'd know who she was. If she didn't... well. She just had to hope for the best and panic later.

"Claire? Is that you?"

She had to change things. Claire knew that much. Because no matter whether or not Peter and Nathan managed to survive the explosion in the sky, Claire didn't want to chance it. If there was a way to rid the world of Sylar for good, long before the rest of the world was put at risk, long before Matt Parkman's chest was riddled with bullets, Claire would take it. She was just in the process of orienting herself, trying to figure out where Sylar was, her eyes wide and roving. She knew that he had overheard them, and that was how he got to Ted Sprague. If she had yet to reunite with her dad, she had to find some way to take him to a secure location, as well as Peter and Ted.

All of those thoughts came to a screeching halt as Claire blinked, whirling around at the familiar voice.

"...Cissie?"

Now, that made no sense. She was pretty sure that Cissie had never come from her world, her reality. Claire's breath caught in her throat.

Claire knew her. That was good. Cissie let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding and stopped just in front of her. "Are you okay? Did you just get here too? I was just minding my own business and then boom - here I was and I don't think we can blame the Slag for this. At least, I hope not."

Belatedly, she realized that Claire probably had no idea what she was talking about but it was a little late now. They were here, wherever this was, and they had to make the best of it. "Sorry. Long story."

"I'm fine," Claire breathed, not sure that she entirely believed it, but as far as anyone else was concerned, there were definitely no physical injuries on her body, no way that she could be hurt without something going directly into the back of her neck. If she said she was fine, most people would believe her (except for those who knew her the best, but they hadn't arrived yet, they weren't anywhere to be seen). "And yeah, I just got here too, it um. It looks a lot like where I was before I got to the island, so I feel like I've probably been thrown home, but that doesn't explain why you're here. Not that I mind you being here, but."

Her eyes rose up to trace along the skyscrapers.

"What's the Slag?"

"Great," Cissie breathed, takinga moment to look around properly now that the first wave of panic had gone. They were in Claire's world, apparently, which cleared some things up at least. No aliens were involved in bringing them here unless there was something Claire wasn't telling her.

"They're a group of aliens who like to go around challenging worlds to a game of baseball. If they win, they take over. I only got involved with them because when Young Justice needed an additional member on the team, they thought of me. Apparently I rank over Superman or Wonder Woman." She paused and shrugged wryly. "Yeah, I don't even know."

"Well, I'm not an alien," Claire muttered softly to herself, running a hand through her hair and shifting her weight impatiently from one foot to the other. Looking around the both of them, Claire reached out for Cissie's arm to maneuver the both of them closer to the side of a building, hoping that she could get her point across without saying anything too revealing that Sylar could further use against her. She was definitely suspecting that Sylar was already hovering around. "I don't think there are aliens here, really. At least, I've never aliens around here, and I've seen pretty weird stuff."

In a quieter tone, Claire leaned in, barely speaking above a whisper.

"Cissie, I think we're in a lot of danger. Serious, explosion might just take out most of the city level of danger."

Cissie looked around anxiously as if she could see the danger, forgetting for a moment that this wasn't her world and she was retired. The smart thing to do was to find the police or someone who could actually handle it. It's what a normal person would do.

"What? How? Who?" Cissie lowered her voice to match Claire's. "What can we do?"

She had never been normal to begin with and she wasn't going to start now.

She hated herself as soon as the words came to her. We're not doing anything, she wanted to say, because there is no 'we.' You're not equipped to deal with this. You shouldn't have to.

It'd hurt me just as much as it'd hurt you, if anything happened.

But it was too superior, too condescending, reminded Claire too much of her father, and her heart hurt at that thought, too, missing him so dearly and heart quick with the anticipation of getting to see him again soon. So instead, she tried to temper her voice, not treating the obviosu for what it was, because she'd never really made it clear what she could do. Was it at all unreasonable for others to think that they could do just as much as she?

"Hide," Claire instructed. "We need to find someplace to hide, where the enemy can't find us, and then we can discuss our next steps."

For a moment, Cissie wished Tim was here. He would know what the best thing to do was and how to get everything done. But he wasn't here, it was just her and Claire and they had to make do somehow.

She bit her lip, not liking the idea of running away but it made sense. She didn't know what was going on, but Claire did. It would be stupid to discuss things here and out in the open if the enemy was around. "Okay. We hide. And then you tell me what's going on because I'm not letting you do this alone. I've... I have some experience with this kind of thing."

The thought of running as soon as Cissie was somewhere safe had definitely crossed Claire's mind, even before the other blonde suggested it. That Cissie had preempted it meant that she would be on a closer watch, and would probably make sure that Claire never wandered far, but still. Claire wracked her brain for places they could go, wondering if a crowd was her best bet. Crafty though Sylar was, he hadn't yet made a move big enough to draw the attention of dozens.

"Let's head inside," Claire suggested quietly, an apologetic look already in her eyes, almost pained as the mere mention of experience had her reliving her own in her head, over and over. "I've had experience with this kind of thing too, you know."

Cissie nodded unhappily, stepping aside to let Claire lead the way. She had to admit that she would feel better with a bow in her hand, even if she wasn't sure that she could trust her emotions in the heat of battle if it came to that. The point was that it'd be a source of comfort that she could desperately use right now.

"I don't know if I should be glad or sad you know what it's like." She wondered if Claire was a metahuman or someone like her or Tim. It didn't matter either way - she had a feeling it would take more than the two of them to stop this thing.

"You can totally be both," Claire answered honestly, feeling it the only answer that did the situation much justice at all. That there really weren't black and whites to the situation, that emotions mixed until one could barely be distinguished from the other. How many times had she been proud of her actions lately, a certain sort of bravery only cropping up in her because she was invincible, and knew what to do with it? But how many times had that same power made her feel hopeless, no element of choice in it whatsoever? "You can be happy on a practical level, and you can empathize with me over how much it sucks."

Although the words were delivered a bit flippantly, Claire just sighed and rushes them toward the nearest building anyway, glancing over her shoulder as though she'd be able to find Sylar right then.

"Just when I think I'm out, they pull me back in," Cissie muttered, doing a bit of looking around herself. It wasn't as if she knew who or what to look for, but old habits die hard and all of that. She didn't see anything unusual at the moment, but that meant nothing.

"Okay," she said once they were relatively safe. "What's going on?"

"There's a guy," Claire whispered, keeping as close to Cissie as possible even given the crowd that surrounded them, her breathing shallow. "A really, really bad guy, like psychopath or sociopath, I don't... really know the difference between the two that well, but you get the idea. He's able to steal the abilities of anyone who has special powers, kills them to steal all of that, and he's going to try and blow up the city. I've seen this before, and it ends okay, my uncle really saves the day but."

She shifted her weight from foot to foot. "But I'm not sure that he survives all that and so I want to, I need to find him, just to make sure."

"Holy crap!" Cissie blurted out then covered her mouth as if that could somehow make up for her unfortunate outburst. This was pretty high up on the scale of Bad Things but there wasn't any reason to sit down and give up. He'd been beaten before, Claire had said, so there was no reason to think it couldn't be done again.

"So we need to find your uncle then," she said, much more quietly then before. "Is he here? And what about this bad guy? Do we know what all powers he has?"

It was beyond frightening to be thinking like this when it wasn't really her fight and she had nothing to throw at other than herself but the thought of hiding somewhere and doing nothing was even worse. In her own world it'd be different - there were plenty of superheros and/or teams who could jump on this and shut this guy down. She wasn't there, though, she was here and it was just her and Claire. It was wrong to sit this out.

"Shhhh," Claire hissed, expression immediately frantic as she looked over her shoulders, then back again when she realized that there was probably nothing that would call the attention of everyone to her faster than being a little blonde girl looking like she was in the middle of trouble. "I know that it's totally terrifying, but we need to be quiet. The only thing that we might have on him right now is the fact that I don't think he can read minds, otherwise... yeah, he can't read minds, and he doesn't have m... he's not invincible."

She closed her eyes, feeling a wave of hopelessness pass over her as she tried to steel her stomach, willing herself to manage through it. "I think he might have super-hearing, though. Or invincibility, something... god, something that let him totally overhear a conversation I had when he was nowhere I could see. So I think the best thing for me to do is to find my dad, because I know he's close, and he's so much better than I am at things like this. But I don't want to draw too much attention to a group without an adult here."

Cissie nodded slowly, wrapping her arms around herself as if that could protect her somehow. If her dad could help, then they definitely needed to find him. The more she heard about this guy, the more she was realizing that just the two of them wasn't going to be anywhere enough.

"What do you want me to do? Stay here and kind of keep an eye on the fort, so to speak? Or do you think that would be too obvious?"

It was a difficult decision to make, choosing between leaving Cissie there and taking her along, one which was potentially disastrous either way. Still, Claire felt that the only way that she could go out without reservations was if she didn't have too many people lingering by her side. It was more a weakness on her part than anyone else's, Claire was willing to admit that. But she just didn't want Cissie to know what she could do, what she was capable of, the things that made her a freak and a monstrosity.

"Yeah, keep an eye on the fort, and..." Claire grabbed Cissie's wrist and pulled her over to the nearest pay phone, grabbing for the pen which hung from the phone from a thin chain, and writing a number down in the other blonde's palm. "And call this number if anything happens, okay? It's my phone number. I've got my Sidekick on me."

"Stay here and call you if anything happens. Got it." Cissie took a deep breath and tried for an encouraging smile. Sure, this would be much easier if they had communicators and whatnot, but it was stupid to moan about the things they didn't have. It wasn't as if this was the first time she'd done reconnaissance before - just the first time as a civilian, more or less.

"Hey. Don't worry about me. You go and get your dad and when you guys get back, I'll be here."

Suddenly, she could feel tears pooling in her eyes, that influx of emotion that rose far above her head and left her drowning. Cissie was... she was something else. Brave, without a shade of a doubt, brave and sure of herself in a way that Claire definitely wasn't yet, and didn't think that she'd be in the years to come. She felt awful about leaving her friend behind, but at the same time, maybe this was the only way Claire could even hope of finding a similar amount of that steel that she envied so much. This was a decision that she had to make.

"Yeah," she nodded quickly, rushing forward to squeeze Cissie in a tight hug. "Yeah, I'll be right back. Stay safe, okay?"

And with a whirl of hair, she turned around with one last look over her shoulder, then ran toward where she knew her father would be.

"Excuse me?" Coraline said following someone around the plaza. Coraline sighed when she was ignored. She didn't know where she was, it was loud and smelly and it felt like a city but it wasn't her home and the accents she could hear weren't like hers. "Where am I?"

Coraline wanted to cry, she wanted to go home to the island but she didn't cry. Coraline was strong and brave.

"Excuse me, where- Claire!" Coraline yelled happily as she recognised the familiar blonde.

Once was coincidence. Twice was a pattern. Claire had made it very clear to Cissie that the two of them couldn't separate too far, that it was very important for them to keep one another in peripheral view; without being quite paranoid to keep Cissie pinned to her side, Claire was still well within earshot when another familiar voice and accent sounded from the side, the blonde whirling around with surprise.

What was going on? Were the island and New York melding together, the boundaries breaking down?

"Coraline?" Claire breathed, blinking as she ran her fingers through her hair. "Coraline, what are you doing here?"

"I don't know, I don't even know where here is. It smells," Coraline said making a face. After three years of living on a tropical island with little to no pollution wherever they were really, really Smelled. Coraline had loved big cities when she was a kid but she hadn't been to one in three years and it was a little disconcerting.

Coraline looked around, trying to figure out where they were exactly but she wasn't sure if she wanted to ask a grown up. Asking grown ups usually led to Police. But Coraline could ask Claire, Coraline could trust Claire.

"Where are we?" Coraline asked curiously. "Are we home? This doesn't look like home, I think we're in America. Everyone sounds funny."

Claire had to rub her eyes with the pads of her fingers for a moment, pinching the bridge of her nose, as though that'd wake her up, somehow. Whether or not it did, Claire wasn't sure, but nothing changed. She still heard the buzz of traffic in the background, still smelled asphalt and gasoline fumes, the latter of which she almost found comforting, to a point. Not that the urban setting was really one that Claire loved, but it was more in line with her idea of home and civilization than the island had ever been in the half a year she'd been there.

Her lungs filled with the air from the place (not like it was going to kill her, anyway), before Claire exhaled, slowly. A sigh. Looking at Coraline after.

"We're in New York," Claire explained, brow furrowed. "This is where I... where I was last, before getting to Tabula Rasa. I don't know why we're here. Cissie, Cissie King-Jones is here too, and she's also from the island and definitely not my world. But we're come back like, the day before I found myself on the island instead."

"New York?" Coraline asked curiously. Coraline's eyes widened and her mouth opened before she smiled brightly. Coraline had always wanted to go to New York. Coraline had always wanted to go everywhere. "We're really in New York? Can you see the Statue of Liberty from here?"

Coraline bounced on her toes, taking Claire's hand as she strained to see above the buildings. They were too tall though but Coraline still tried. Coraline's excited face fell though when Claire mentioned they'd come back.

"But we can't be back, I don't want to be back. I mean, New York is nice I'm sure... broadway Claire and all the museums..." Coraline trailed off before snapping out of it. "But I want to be on the island. Bill will really worry."

Claire couldn't even say the same. Even though there were so many things about her world that she hated, things that she didn't want to go back to, there was still so much that she missed, too. Her parents. Zach. Peter, Nathan. Even Lyle, who Claire was starting to realize mattered a great deal to her, as inactive as he ever was. She took a deep breath, then exhaled, shaking her head. It didn't do to dwell, it didn't matter where she was, all that mattered was that right then, she knew what would happen if she didn't intervene. And she couldn't let that happen without trying to make it better.

"New York isn't nice to us right now, Coraline, and no, we can't see the Statue of Liberty here," Claire said quietly, ushering Coraline away from the statue in the middle of the plaza. "Remember my nightmare? That's... all real, here."

"The tick tock man?" Coraline asked because when she thought about Claire's nightmare and the long stretching corridors it was the tick-tock man that truly scared her. The terrible anticipation, the dread and the fear and that ticking. The constant ticking. "He's- he's here?"

Coraline bit her lip before stamping her closed fist into her hand. Coraline was brave and Claire was a superhero, they could take on one little tick-tock man. One terribly scary tick tock man. "We'll be okay Claire. I'll make sure we're safe even if it means we have to run away. I'll protect you."

"Yeah, him," she confirmed, turning away and looking down, because it was the easier way to avoid Coraline's gaze and the fear that she so clearly heard in the other girl's voice, sharp, but not debilitating. It wasn't one that Claire wanted to face before she was ready, because she knew that fear had a tendency to multiply, to increase whenever people gathered around each other with that looming enemy drawing near. "He's here, and he might be listening, so we need to be careful what we say and..."

She drifted off, eyes looking around before she snapped back to attention and shook her head, quickly, her curls bouncing around her shoulders. "No, Coraline, you're not going to protect me. You need to get away, okay? Leave this to me, he won't come after you if you're not... if you can't do things like I can, okay? There's no need for all of us to be in danger here."

Coraline looked around. She wondered if the type of magic from her world worked here. She didn't know much about Claire's world except she was a superhero and had really cool powers. Apart from that she wasn't sure what anyone else could do or what the tick tock man would do if he found them. Probably not anything good.

"I don't know what I can do but what I know I won't do is leave you here. I've defeated a scarier villain than a tick-tock man." Coraline said. She didn't say that she was scared to be alone in a place that wasn't her home. She had no money, no passport, no friends here except Claire. And even if she had those things, Coraline wasn't the type of girl to leave her friends behind. "I'll be okay Claire, we'll be okay but I don't think we should stay here if you say it's not safe. We should go somewhere safe."

A scarier villain than a tick-tock man, Claire thought wryly, certainly with her doubts. It wasn't that she wanted to discount Coraline's experiences, precisely, but from what Claire knew of Sylar, there was very little that could top what he was capable of doing. A man capable of absorbing every power in the world, who had no remorse about killing others just to expand his skill set. Claire knew that if there was ever a man capable of tearing her whole world asunder, well.

He was it.

"It's not about whether or not you've defeated other people, though, Coraline, it's... what he's after, what he can do, I'm the only person who can get by that right now. Or, well, my uncle too but that's beside the point," Claire stressed anxiously. "You need to hide, you and all the others who might be here, you need to hide and I need to find my dad and figure out what's going on."

"What's he after? What if we get to it first? And we hide it or destroy it or make it so he can't use it," Coraline said. Coraline wasn't the type of girl to run and hide. She would do it if it meant keeping Claire or her friends safe or if it gave them an advantage but Coraline usually tackled problems head on. It didn't matter if she had super powers or not, she wasn't leaving her friends alone to face monsters whilst she hid.

Coraline looked at Claire and folded her arms across her chest. Coraline wasn't going anywhere and Claire had to get used to that.

"We'll find your dad together, with everyone and then he can tell us what to do. And then if we need to hide, we'll hide together." Coraline said before taking Claire's hand and squeezing it.

Even though she knew that it was too harsh, knew that it wasn't right to treat Coraline in the same way that she'd been treated, there was a part of Claire that just wanted to tell Coraline to be quiet, that wanted to pull away from that hand holding her own. Were it Noah speaking in such a way to her, or even anything close to it, she would have balked. Had, actually, on multiple occasions in the past. It all came down to the fact that Claire knew she was the pinch hitter. The only one who could stand up to Sylar, for all he could do. She had been burned away by nuclear radiation before, only to be fine and healthy again in a matter of seconds. She was pretty sure Coraline couldn't do that.

Otherwise, she would have mentioned it in the nightmare.

"He's after what I can do. He wants to kill everyone in the world who's special, but he knows that it's not going to be easy to kill me, because I keep on coming back," Claire explained, trying to keep the deepest details private still, before shaking her head, almost vigorously. "You can't follow me everywhere, Coraline. It doesn't... it makes more sense for the rest of you to run. You could be a hero by leading people away from here, because this is one area where larger numbers aren't going to help. He'll just find us more easily this way."

Coraline stared at Claire this was worse than the fog, this was worse than everything in that nightmare and the thought that the Other Mother could use her and would use her. The tick-tock man wanted Claire and everyone like her.

"I don't want to leave you," Coraline said. She wouldn't admit to being scared, she was brave but she didn't want to be alone. She was somewhere new and that was exciting but terrifying too. She wanted her dad, she wanted Adam. "And I'm not a hero, heroes save people Claire. All I've ever done is take people to the next place after they're dead and I don't want to do that again. And I don't want to be alone."

She tried to think of how to word it in a way that would get through to Coraline. Because no matter what, she knew that she would have to abandon Coraline at some point in the next twenty-four hours, because this wasn't something that a kid (which Coraline definitely was, the gap between the two of them even greater than the sheer difference in their ages, Claire thought) should have been exposed to. The only thing that held Claire back at all was the fact that she didn't want to disappear without an explanation. If at all possible, she wanted Coraline to know, to hide somewhere safe, rather than try to do anything stupid. Not everyone had the luxury Claire did, of being invincible and healing from every scar.

"Coraline, you have to listen to me," Claire said firmly. "I can't... I can't do this if I think that I need to be watching out for someone else the entire time. I'm only brave when I know that I have nothing to lose, so you can't just follow me the whole time, okay? Because I've watched... I've seen so many people die because of this, I'm not even sure if my biological father and uncle are going to survive this. I'm not brave, but when it's just me out there, I've got nothing to lose. And I need that, to try and keep my family out of trouble. You, too."

Well, this is just fuckin' weird.

One second, Chris was sure he'd been asleep, back in his hut, half tangled in a blanket, and the next he's waking up in an alley somewhere. Chris has had nights where he's gotten so fucked that he doesn't remember heading home, but he's always made it there. And besides, this isn't the island anymore. It's not even Bristol. Chris doesn't think there's a level of fucked that even exists for something like this.

He's only in a tee shirt and his pants when he walks out into a crowd of people. This is beyond fuckin' weird.

Her heart almost stills when she sees him out there. Chris. Or, possibly, just some person who looks like Chris, give that the island does have a habit of making clones of people in the most unsettling of ways. Maybe it brought her Chris Miles on the island just for this, to drop her back in New York and somehow have her lose all concentration when someone with that same face, that same confused and at once wondrous look in his expression. And if that's true, then the last thing that Claire should be doing is running after him the way she does now. She should just be letting him stay among the civilians, not making it clear that she's connected to him at all, because that puts him at risk. But, Claire reminds herself, that she's coming to New York today with memories of the next twenty-four hours intact, that's a game changer.

And the last thing she can ever let herself do is get Chris tangled up in all of that.

It's only when she's merely a couple of yards away from Chris that she realizes. He doesn't know. He doesn't know what she is, what she can do, and seeing that might drive him away more quickly than anything else. She can't be fully sure, and that thought is enough to make her want to run in the other direction entirely. She can't afford to lose him.

"Chris?" she calls out anyway, dread in her voice.

It's not any easier the second time around. If everything had progressed in the same way, if nothing changed, at least Claire would find it easier to treat it like an exercise in futility. But this, all that's happened, that she even knew how things had fallen into place last time and still didn't manage to fix any of it, that just sears into her the brand of failure. Maybe in the grand scheme of things, she can't be blamed. Last time, she wasn't trying to look over so many friends, friends completely and utterly unequipped to deal with Sylar and what he was. She can't even bring herself to look over at Cissie, who she knows is off and to the side, in the hands of someone far more capable than Claire herself, someone who might be a doctor with the way he seems to be checking her over for bruises, anything. There's nothing there, fortunately, aside from a panicked look in the other blonde's eye that Claire can't meet, even if she owes all of the debt in the world. She can hear Coraline too, brave Coraline who thought that one nightmare could be defeated with another, but both of them have learned better now. Claire's even lost track of where Chris exactly is, perhaps a willful ignorance from the way she refuses to believe that he knows, now, what she is. There are people who think Claire a hero, she knows, but she's just standing there with that gun rattling in her hand, knowing that it's too late now and that any moment now, Nathan's going to come swooping down to take Peter up into the sky, higher up than even the tips of Claire's fingers will ever reach.

She starts crying earlier this time, the pounding in her ears deep, warm, so much that the words barely come clear from Nathan's end.

"You saved the cheerleader... so we could save the world."

And in spite of the tears blurring her vision, she keeps her eyes open, because the thing she'd kill herself for most is not seeing this time how everything unfolds. The island's probably not generous enough, it may end up sweeping her under the rug as soon as that critical moment hits, but she's got to try, her body fighting to move forward until she feels a pair of arms wrapping around her, she doesn't even know whose. She just knows that she's being stopped, held back, and this time when Nathan takes off into the air there's a strangled cry in her throat that wasn't there before, because it's over, it's ending.

She's failed them both.

Everything in her body comes to a still when those colors spread out over the sky again, like a spill of oil turned into dust, but before she can try to make out anything there, it's dark again.

The air humid on her lips, lips that feel too dry now. In the background there's a hum, a hum that she doesn't remember being in her room in Odessa, doesn't remember being in any of the hotels she's stayed in, not even in the hut that she shares with Eden. It's the hum of machinery, one that mixes with the medicinal smell in the air to tell that Claire's in the clinic now. Her eyes grope through the darkness, arms throwing aside blankets and spotting the familiar silhouette in the darkness, of people sleeping, of the room not being hers.

That's the worst of it.

The cry dies in her throat as she turns over, silent sobs as her hand grips and digs into the padding of the pillow, cloth already warm with her tears.

Edited 2011-03-17 13:39 (UTC)

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