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Henry inhaled deeply, like a bull. All traces of his former shyness were gone, because everything, everything most important, precious, and bright in his life was at stake.
Google. Reddit. YouTube. Discord. Valiant Hearts. Duck Tales. A Sega emulator. Photos of volleyball players downloaded from the internet. This small rectangle was more important to him than life itself, because it was his life. "Quen!" -- I'm sorry, you probably can't hear me, and I'm very embarrassed... But I have to do this, because taking things is not nice, -- said the weasel. -- So, I apologize again.
In unison, Quen-Quen nudges the ghostly nose against the back of the elf with the smartphone, and Henry rushes to pick it up/catch it.