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Hermes made his way towards the car, opening the door before shuffling into the passenger seat and scooting down so that his shins rested against the glove compartment of his cousin's car. His mind was racing with possibilities, things that could happen as well as things they should do. Scenarios about how best to approach situations should they arise, a slew of hypotheticals occupying his thoughts until he was inevitably snapped out of it. He watched as Mandy handed her phone to Hannah, then turned her attention to him in the meanwhile. 

At first he just shrugged. Silently looking past her, out the window, wanting to turn his back to her so he could feel alone. But he knew that wasn't right. [Color=67AB6D][I]”It's hard to say. Call it…a gut feeling. Like a…pit…in my stomach. There's choppers, that's not normal, above us. The national message, and…I overheard some of the paramedics talking about a similar case like my gym teacher when we were at the school. We have nothing to defend with and…what if I can't protect you? I need to be alert. To hear what you can't. But what if I'm not enough?”[/i][/color] He signed as his eyes began to well with tears.