Kaede rescues Stiles
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"I think we're ready, shall we?"

He takes Stiles' hand just for good measure.

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The trailer is right where she expects it. She knocks.

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The door cracks open slightly.

"Hello?"

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"I was wondering if we could talk."

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He lets them in.

It's immaculately clean, though the photos that line the walls may count as clutter. 

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...he expected something else. Huh. He squeezes Stiles' hand and peers at the pictures.

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A copse of trees. A half-eaten deer. A turbulent lake, stirred up by a storm.

A woman, hiding her face with her hair as she plays guitar.

A woman buying groceries, inspecting an apple for blemishes.

Braeden, pointing a gun at the camera.

"What do you need?"

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"Braeden told us you have information about the vault?"

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"I don't really know anything about that. I can share what I do have. As long as I get to keep the Comb."

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"Of course."

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He takes some photos off the wall. They're interspersed pretty thoroughly with the others, nothing particularly distinguishable about them...except their subject matter. 

"These were my mom's. I don't really know where this is, but maybe having all of them helps."

They depict a familiar prison, though none of them provide a clear view of the place. 

There are doors in a few of them. 

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"Thanks. I'll be back after we're done."

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"Can you lend us them?"

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He puts an arm around Kaede's waist.

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"Sure. Braeden can bring them back when you're done." 

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She takes them.

"Thank you so much, Matt. We're really grateful."

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"No problem."

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They make haste.

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"Try to tear them a little bit?" he asks when they're away.

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She tries one.

It tears a little bit. 

"I can try them all now, since your guess is probably right, but then you might want to try it. I don't trust myself with Objects."

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"Sure." He tries to bend their corners, just a bit.

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Most of them bend, except for one. 

An undeveloped Polaroid, with the word 'Gallup' written on the back.

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"...what's Gallup?"

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"Gallup, New Mexico. Renowned for its polls and as the location the Bus Ticket sends you to. A suspected location of the Room."

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"So is this a clue to go to Gallup?"

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