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The "Great Perhaps" shattered into a million sharp pieces. Pudge and the Colonel spent the following months obsessed with the mystery: Was it an accident, or was it the way out of the labyrinth? They retraced her steps, spoke to her boyfriend, and calculated the physics of the crash.

The next morning, the school gathered in the gym. Alaska Young was dead. Her car had slammed into a police cruiser on the highway. She hadn't even swerved. Looking for Alaska Drama 2019 0h 50m 8

"How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" she shouted one night, quoting Simón Bolívar. "The labyrinth of what?" Pudge asked. The "Great Perhaps" shattered into a million sharp pieces

"Suffering," she snapped, her green eyes flashing. "It’s not a room. It’s a way of being. And we’re all stuck." The next morning, the school gathered in the gym

The semester was a blur of illicit wine, elaborate pranks on the "Weekday Warriors," and late-night whispers. Pudge fell in love with her because she was everything he wasn't: loud, messy, and devastatingly alive. But Alaska was also a girl hiding behind the spine of every book she owned. She was mourning a mother she couldn't save and running from a guilt that didn't have a name. Then came the night of January 10th.