[There's a vine creeping up the side of Cabin One, a vine that leads to a mop of brown hair peeking over the edge. Naomi's stomach had done so many somersaults when she heard John would be leaving for this quest that she hadn't bothered to even eat breakfast.
She can't get the memory of John lying in a heap of rubble after crashing through the Hecate roof out of her head.
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She can't get the memory of John lying in a heap of rubble after crashing through the Hecate roof out of her head.
Naomi had thought he was dead.]
Can I come up?