Thirteen.
Rachel!
Paris!
I thought I'd never see you again!
Me too! I was so scared when you didn't appear by my side.
I'm so sorry, Rachel. But I'm here now!
No you aren't.
What do you mean?
I didn't die by suicide, Paris...
What?
...you did.
But I thought...
I'm sorry, Paris.
What's happening to me?!
Suicidals go to hell.
Then you belong there too!
No Paris, you were the one driving.
Rachel!
Go to hell, Paris.
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