Finally, after waiting for what feels like hours the static feeling washes over me, consuming me whole.
I've been trying to channel into it, and it feels almost stronger than the last time.
A glimpse of awareness, and I all I hear is this, "He's with Naveen."
I'm assuming they mean Coco, because I don't think anyone else hangs out with Naveen besides him.
This time, my blink of awareness is longer, and I catch the last sentence too.
"He needs to come home."
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