Jen nodded. “I lost my friend. And... part of me.” A memory of the boy manifested in the field with them. The girl clasp her hands on her chest as the pain of seeing him again struck her. “Quin.... they killed him.” She moved over to touch him but her hands passed right through him and he faded into smoke.
Jen turned back to April. “I’ve felt so alone.” She said. “I’ve been... stuck I think.” Jen tucked some hair behind her ear. “I don’t think we’re dead. I don’t feel dead.” And for a moment, it was half a second but it felt like eternity in her memory, she knew what death felt like. “Quin and I, we were connected. I could feel him... but I feel numb now.” Or she did. She had. But now, since April... “Until you came.”