She leans forward now an idea springing
A hopeless, desperate plot
If she could find a plant to cure
Could someone, anyone make it
Of course, the Phantom was more than a hero
But where could it be found?
Somewhere she hoped was long deserted
But hopeful nonetheless
She leaves then quick without a word
A plan then to fulfill
Her heart was racing her palms were sweaty
But run alone she did.
Next Week: Building and Brainstorming
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