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"How many are left?" Helena asked about the survivors.
He turns away from the window and looks at her. "Two," he says.
"That's. . . There could've been thousands of survivors at least, right?"
"Yup." He turns back to watching through the window.
"That's. . . unfortunate. So, where are these survivors?"
"Right here."
Confusion slightly pulls her eyebrows together. "In this cottage?"
"Yeah."
"But. . . we're the only ones here. Did you hide—" He laughs at her. "Why are you laughing? I just asked. . . you. . ." She finally realizes it. "Oh. . . it's us."
"That's right, my little student." He grins, delighted.
"You could've just told me!" she lashes out, expressing her anger by biting from the breast of the chicken.
"Yeah, so. . . can you finish your food a little faster?"
"Why?"
"Because any minute now, we'll get a visitor."