Halfway up the stairs, your resolve falters, your strength drained by the relentless flow of blood. With each step heavier than the last, you stumble, your body unable to bear the weight of your efforts. Collapsing onto the cold, unforgiving stairs, you feel the darkness creeping in. Yet, in the silence, you find peace knowing that Spudley heard your cries, even if you never reached your potato. With your final breath, you hold onto the belief that your attempt to save hasn't gone unnoticed

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