George had been near set on going to help where he could with the crash victims. To see if there were any living or to help dealing with the people who weren't. To deal with the debris, and the like. But Maryanne had made one good point. The full moon was tonight. And it wouldn't do him any good to lose track of time and endanger a lot of people, and himself.
Though, partly, without Nina there it was hard to care all that much about himself. Or other people. He'd gotten so little time with Eve. And it was the most depressing part about being here. Everyone was so... Gleefully happy, it seemed. It was almost disgusting. Though he remembered being that happy.
So he had stayed behind. Elected to keep an eye out for newcomers. That flash that gave away that someone had been brought on. Sure that everyone else was occupied, and sure that his senses would be able to give him some direction. When he caught that familiar whiff. That delightful smell. His... "Nina!" He called out.