“ sorry,  my  bad ” he  grumbled,  running  to  pick  up  the  fallen  arrow  and  placing  it  back  into  his  crossbow. “ i’m  still  getting  used  to  this  thing. ”

among the bodies in the crowd, hannah thought she caught sight of clay. “clay ??” eyebrows knitted together as she began to weave through the crowd. maybe it was WISHFUL THINKING ?? but, she could have sworn she’d saw him. among the throng of bodies that now pushed her through the crowd. once out in the open, hannah looked around. confusion danced across her delicate features as she tried to locate him. “you’re not that lucky, hannah, you never have been the lucky one...” staring down at her boots with a morbid expression on her face. 

she’s found a fairly isolated area to compose herself in, tensing when she hears footsteps approaching. she waits, her back turned.

shepard let out an exasperated sigh — it was only a matter of time until she went a little stir crazy. “ forty eight hours and a murderer on the loose ; swear to god if they don’t get this handled soon, i’ll go look for them myself. ” 

rey was in the hallway, laying on her stomach, and tapping away anxiously at her cell phone before pressing it to her ear, squeezing her eyes shut. again, the tone that signified that there was no service. so she sighed then brought the phone down before punching in derek’s number and calling again. the same tone. she had been doing nothing but this for thirty minutes straight, as if somehow it was going to work. but of course not. with a huff of frustration, she threw her phone on the floor then let her head drop, burying her face in the carpet. this was miserable.