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... With all her might. While looking around.

(Where⁉ Where did it go⁉)

She couldn't find the Black Ooze.

It was quite small when it escaped from the second floor. Mariabelle cried, Kara scolded her, and more time passed.

Wondered how much smaller it was now.

She didn't know if the nucleus was already exposed, or if it was just stuck in the rubble, unable to move.

(Don't let it escape, don't let it escape, never let it escape.)

Mariabelle ran according ...

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