Chair

Carson sighs deeply, his breath echoing in the small room. It was stuffy in here. He moves forward in the dark, feeling for his chair that had been knocked over. Moving too far to one side though, he runs into Misty instead. Feeling her teeter, he instinctively reaches out to grab her, winding up holding her around the waist. Though unable to see clearly without light, he knows good and well now where she is and how he's holding her. For the first time in his life, he can feel heat coming up the back of his neck. The feeling confuses and almost scares him, and he lets go of Misty quickly, taking a step back. "Sorry." He feels to the other side, his foot running into the downed chair. Leaning down, he picks it up and manages to sit back down, crossing is arms across his chest. "Why don't you just scream bloody murder so they come back and we can get this whole thing over with?"


Jason decides Nate is right. "Yeah, I didn't grab any breakfast this morning." As he gets himself something to eat, he stops before sitting back down. "Nate...where's Misty?"