It's just one very smelly, very quiet teenager who makes it there, a little ahead of the crowd. No, seriously, he smells very bad. Ford's got tunnel vision, checking the cages as he goes and passing them by, leaving then for others to save, until he gets to--
--there. There he is. That has to be him, Ford knows the Pines jaw and Pines curls and Pines nose. Ford grew into them all himself.
Hood up, he approaches Stan's cage, breathlessness and nervousness hidden a little by his disgusting flesh coat. He says the name like he's not sure, and is hoping he's right, and afraid he'll turn out to be wrong.]
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It's just one very smelly, very quiet teenager who makes it there, a little ahead of the crowd. No, seriously, he smells very bad. Ford's got tunnel vision, checking the cages as he goes and passing them by, leaving then for others to save, until he gets to--
--there. There he is. That has to be him, Ford knows the Pines jaw and Pines curls and Pines nose. Ford grew into them all himself.
Hood up, he approaches Stan's cage, breathlessness and nervousness hidden a little by his disgusting flesh coat. He says the name like he's not sure, and is hoping he's right, and afraid he'll turn out to be wrong.]
Stanley?