Janice woke up, the box in her arms. She looked down at the hard floor she sat on, her back ached. She got up and walked to her room and set the box beside her bed and lays
down. She sighs. She wants to tell poppy but can't. She'd get herself killed.
She closed her eyes and drifted to sleep.
The moment flashed back, seeing milos cold, sad, corpse. She cried in her sleep.
Poppy heard this and rushed into the room. "Janice..."
his soft voice woke her up.
He sat at the end of the bed and wiped her tears. "What's wrong, lass?" He frowned at the sight of her looking scared and sad. She looked traumatized.
"He's not coming back..." she whispered before sobbing into poppys jacket.
She couldn't stop thinking of him, he was trapped in her mind...
