Back at it Again (One-on-One)

"Francis says that she's not conscious, and that she may be in a coma. We just have to wait and see, I think."

 

For once, Val seemed to not have an answer.

"I don't know."

 

Her shoulders slumped, and for a moment, she looked terribly defeated.

"I'll look into it. Maybe I can try and salvage some of Poppy's notebooks... See if she wrote anything down..."

 

She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"I hope you're right."

 

She squinted at the rubble.

"I don't think it's safe yet. Want to go get coffee in the meantime?"

 

"Cool. There's a shop just down the street."

 

She began to walk, her hands in her pockets, obviously worried.

 

"I don't know," she muttered. "What if Poppy dies because of us, Landon?"

 

She squinted at him.

"You don't know that."

 

She frowned at him.

"But we should be realistic."