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Fringe I glanced around the room until I finally spotted a clock. "Ugh." I grumbled. It was only 2:00. Peter had gone home 20 minutes ago with Walter and Astrid. …Rather, I sent him home. He had his mind set on staying with me, but I could tell that Walter was dying for alone time with his son, and so he finally caved in after 5 full minutes of my insisting. I snatched the television remote from my bedside table, and flicked it on. I must have fished through the channels twice before eventually settling with a news station. They were discussing a shooting in a nearby college with several casualties. They were just about to mention t