The first thing George noticed when he opened the door was the envelope that he stepped on. Wincing, he crouched down and opened it. The necklace was cool in his hand, the wood smooth and aged. Michael's presence was all around it, something George found immediately comforting. Jo probably would as well. He looked up, trying to spot her.
He saw her legs, and felt his heart nearly stop.
The next few seconds were a blur as George ran to her, wrapping his arms around her and whispering something nonsensical and soothing to her in French. He draped the cross around her neck, frightened at the strange, too-fast beat of her pulse.