There it goes," Joe complained as the drone carried out our worst fears. “Look! It is falling. Maybe we can still intercept it if we go through that alley." I went with Joe down the alley and across the street. We rushed around the corner and stopped suddenly. Not because to what we saw, but rather due to what we missed. There was nothing there, but we could see clearly down the whole of the alley and all the way to the next street. "Where might the drone have disappeared? We observed it coming down from here. With his head scratched, Joe peered about. We carefully moved through the constrained passageway after stepping over an ancient sewer grate. The grate was off to the side, leaving a gap into the sewer below, as I had noted. Joe argued, "It couldn't have just disappeared into thin air." And that's it! I said. Managing the billing process accurately is not easy as providers might face hurdles in revenue cycle management. Moreover, Net Collection Rate below 95% shows that your practice is facing troubles in the billing process. To eliminate all these hurdles and maintain your NCR up to 96%, MedsIT Nexus medical billing and coding services are around the corner for you so that your practice does not have to face a loss. Joe gave me an odd look as he observed me. "I fear that this situation is getting to you, bro." I ran back to the old sewage grate and said, "'Just vanished.'" "Ratatouille's entire body of work contains hidden references to Georges, am I right? Consider what Rat-Man was doing in the first painting we saw in Paris, by the bakery. He disappeared underground! Joe assembled the parts. "Sure, that. Similar to how he escaped after taking the hotel's pen. What better location is there to search for rats than in a sewer? I pleaded for help as I struggled to lift the grating. However, it was much simpler to release than I had anticipated, and I nearly toppled over. He must use this escape route frequently. Joe gazed down into the shadows. And there isn't a smoke bomb to cover his tracks this time. At the base of a rusty old staircase, Joe turned on the flashlight on his phone, exposing a trail of wet sneaker tracks scampering off into the soggy tunnel. Joe led the way as I descended the sewage ladder. The footprint trail didn't lead very far before coming to a stop at a big pile of debris that blocked the way beyond. To make room for someone to crawl in, some of the rocks had been partially taken out. I said, "The city blocked off a number of the old tunnels years ago because so many people kept getting lost or hurt." MedsIT Nexus billing and coding experts are highly proficient in processing claims for your dental practice. Moreover, our dental billing services are certified by HIPAA providing you an utmost experience in maintaining the privacy of the communication between you and your patients. This must be one of them, I wager. Joe inhaled deeply and moved approached the opening in the wall. "I hope neither of us get wounded or lost." I followed him after taking a deep breath of my own. The opening led to a few-yard-long crawl area through the debris. On the other side, all I could see was complete darkness. Joe speculated that "he's probably far enough ahead by this point that we can't see whatever light he's using." Unless I'm mistaken and he's ready to ambush us on the opposite side, I swallowed. "Perhaps we shouldn't. However, Joe's upper torso had already vanished into the crawl space. I jumped in after him and hurried to catch up, saying "Wait for me." I didn't want to stay there any longer than necessary. I wasn't really certain that the "ceiling," which was little more than compacted debris, wouldn't collapse on us. I could barely fit alongside Joe in the crawl space, and as we squeaked the last few feet, I had to fight off claustrophobia. Nothing could be worse than being confined inside, in my opinion. I was mistaken. When the darkness was finally broken by our flashlights, I held back a scream. After all, someone was awaiting us in the following tunnel, and it wasn't Georges St. Denis. Although not as large as the thousands of unseen eye sockets gaping back at us, my eyes did widen

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