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	[color=darkgray]"What happened?!"[/color] Cal managed to wheeze out between her panting breaths. She'd done her best running to get to the others, but she wasn't what one would call an Olympic-level athlete. She wasn't able to get there as fast as she would have liked to, and when she did, she had to take a minute to lean on her knees and catch her breath. After a moment or two, though, she lifted her head up, getting a better look at the group who appeared to be pulling Y2K away from the railing. Cal curiously stepped up to it, peering over the edge. There, at the bottom of a long drop, she could see a broken body.

	[color=darkgray]"Fuck! Is that-"[/color] Cal began, but she didn't have to finish her question. She new who it was: Noah. He'd been there when she'd gone, and was gone when she came back. It was the only logical explanation. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat, pushing herself away from the railing as she went back to taking deep breaths. She could feel herself getting sick to her stomach, but she was too focused on keeping hostile memories from re-emerging to pay it any mind. [color=darkgray]"...How are we going to give a funeral to a man we barely knew?"[/color] she asked herself, trying to piece together how they were going to honor their newly passed aquantance. He was the first person in their little posse to die. Even though Cal didn't know him all that well, it was still hit her hard. She was too distracted by the knowledge of this tragedy that she didn't seem to be paying too close of attention to the conversation happening between the others.