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[[Sharon and Fred are caught in the cloud of gas]]
Sharon: Hack! Wheeze! Fred! W-where are you?
Fred: Right here. The gas doesn't affect me, but we need to get you out of here.

[[Sharon blindly climbs out a window]]
Fred: This window seems safe. No gun-toting freaks that I see.
Sharon: Cough cough

Sharon: I have to find out what this "the one" business is about...
Fred: Not tonight, Sharon. We have to get you away from incriminating crime scenes...

[[Sharon shakily walks away from the warehouse]]
Sharon: Is this how you (koff) saved Fooker from the brotherhood the last time?
Fred: Um, sure. Why not? Just keep moving...