Church, church... [Apollo mutters to himself, trying to remember the layout of the colony.] Oh, yes! Right this way.
[The flustered look on his face is replaced with a determined one as he formulates a plan. He takes them down the streets, avoiding the areas with the ghosts as best as he can.]
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[The flustered look on his face is replaced with a determined one as he formulates a plan. He takes them down the streets, avoiding the areas with the ghosts as best as he can.]