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Clarice had gotten cut off from the rest of the group. A little boy - no older than four, and the son of two mutant refugees that she hadn’t even gotten the name of - in her care, she’d portalled him away from the authorities again and again. She’d lost count of how many times at this point. But her energy was running low, and it was getting harder and harder to create a portal. No, it was impossible. Which was why, as they hid at the back of an old, large building so she could catch her breath, she nudged the little boy behind her at the sound of someone coming.