Grace had stopped a moment to listen and she heard footsteps through the other side of the door. She stared intently as the door in front of her slowly opened and Carter stood there. He had looked sick or like he had just woken up from a bad dream. He seemed paler to her than he usually looked and utterly distressed. It was scary for her to see him like that, and she started to shed a few tears as they just looked at each other. Grace lunged forward at him and wrapped her arms around him as tight as she could, pressing her face into his shoulder. Her breaths that were almost calm and even were now rapid and panicked. Her tears began to flow from her eyes and soaked the shoulder of his shirt. Her fingers were dug into his back as she kept her arms around him.
She lifted her head off of his shoulder and looked at him, "Where is she? What happened?"