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A person could tell, the moment they'd spent more than fifteen seconds outdoors, that something was going on. Joe's Bucky had come to life after weeks of disturbing visions. So too, it appeared, had a great number of other things. Dale's gun never left his hand as he headed down from the mountain, the compound his first destination of many.

He never got that far.

The moment his hut was just out of site, behind trees and a curve in the path, Dale was confronted by his doppelganger, the most disturbing face of Bob of all.

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The first time he'd let him go out of hesitation. The second time it had been out of concern for Joe. But this time there was nothing holding Dale back. This wasn't for revenge. It wasn't even for justice. This was for the protection of everyone else on the island, and the one thing that Dale felt he alone had to do.

Bob might have been ethereal back in the world Dale had come from, but on the island he was trapped in flesh and bone and that was a weakness that Dale could take advantage of.

"I can kill you here."

"But will you?" said Bob, with the knowing gleam of someone who'd not only seen but devoured Dale's soul. "Will you do what it takes, Agent Cooper?"

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