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CHRIS, off panel now: That would be impossible, wouldn’t it? The focus is instead on Alex, who we can plainly see relaxing in the back of Eli’s wagon. She’s laying on her back with her arms behind her head, eyes closed while she leans against a hay bale. Her bag, thankfully undamaged by the bakery fire, lays next to her. Alex has a content smile on her face as the wagon rumbles along. …That night,…